Mu Qian pressed his thin lips tightly, a crisp and warm breath spraying by her ear, "Are you scared of me?"
Wen Jiaren did not answer. Didn't he already know the answer in his heart?
Her injured hand still couldn't exert any force; today, she had held Mu Xiao with her uninjured one.
Mu Qian didn't press her further. Instead, he clasped her hand, toying with her round and slender fingers between his own, as if he were a child who had found a beloved toy and could not bear to let go. "Don't be afraid, it won't be like that in the future, I promise."
If it were Rongrong lying beside Rong Qian right now, she would surely be smiling in her dreams.
Because Mu Qian never took such initiative with her; every touch had been for the sake of getting her pregnant, and he never let her rest on his arm as she slept. Every time it was her clinging to his arm, but every time she opened her eyes, the side next to her was empty and cold.
"Can I believe what you said?"
