【073】Morning Call

Wen Xiangyang's body tensed up slightly, seemingly aware of the person's response in his arms. The arm that Mu Lingqian had wrapped around Wen Xiangyang's waist paused momentarily and then tightened its grip.

Wen Xiangyang was lying with her back against Mu Lingqian. As the two of them lay on the bed, she could clearly feel the warmth of Mu Lingqian's breath at her neck.

The breath, filled with masculinity, made her slightly restless and she shifted.

Just as she moved, she was pressed down by Mu Lingqian.

"Don't move," his voice sounded somewhat low in the darkness; not cold, but of a rich and profound depth, as if he was struggling to disperse the night's darkness.

Upon hearing this, Wen Xiangyang remained still.

She was just taking in the warmth of the man behind her, his breath. Even though her body was somewhat stiff, she began to relax.

Wen Xiangyang was anxiously waiting for Mu Lingqian's next move, but nothing happened.

He was merely holding her.