Qin Wan's slender body was embraced from behind into a solid and warm chest.
Her breath suddenly caught.
By her ear, the man's hoarse voice carried a thick emotion that couldn't be dissolved, "Wanwan, thank you."
Qin Wan pursed her lips and did not respond.
She did not know what to say.
Those photos from last night, she couldn't forget them for a moment.
She had dreamed last night, dreaming of Mu Shaochen covered in blood.
In the dream, her big brother was just helping her pick up a mineral water bottle, helping her drive away the big boy who bullied her.
The scene shifted, and he was injured.
The sight of him covered in blood woke her from her sleep.
"How can I wash the vegetables like this?"
After a long while, her voice came out stiffly.
Mu Shaochen turned her body to face him.
His large hand caressed her delicate face and, bending down, he gently kissed her lips.
Perhaps it was because his kiss was too gentle and lingering.
Qin Wan's heartbeat skipped a beat.
