"I'm sorry."
After letting go of Qin Wan, Mu Shaochen straightened her pajamas and quietly apologized.
The suggestive tension in the air did not dissipate with his gesture.
Qin Wan avoided his gaze, silently regulating her erratic heartbeat.
Her charm under the light, after his kisses and caresses, was like that of a ripe peach, making it hard for him to resist.
He took out two sheets of paper, squatted down to clean up the egg on the floor, and threw it into the trash can.
Turning to Qin Wan, he said, "Wanwan, I'm going to take a shower."
Then he strode out of the kitchen and back to his bedroom.
Qin Wan took a moment to calm her emotions before picking up the eggs again to make noodles for him.
She was slow in her movements.
In the process, she also took another phone call.
Forty minutes later, the noodles were ready.
She placed the noodles on the dining table, but Mu Shaochen had not yet come out of his room.
Qin Wan hesitated.
