Punishment

Mu Lingqian felt Wen Xiangyang trembling in his arms, but she didn't dare to struggle.

It was a sickness, an addiction.

In his mind, he pictured her desperately clinging to him in panic.

This form of punishment seemed more effective than any other method.

Mu Lingqian sensed Wen Xiangyang's tension and gently stroked her back to soothe her.

Seeing her like this, Mu Lingqian lowered his gaze. Fine, he would let her off for today, but next time he'd find an opportunity to properly discipline her.

"Xiangyang, Brother Qian, are you guys in the room? The door is closed. Can you come and open it for me?"

Wen Xiangyang was utterly soft in Mu Lingqian's embrace, her eyes full of tension as she looked at him, hoping he would stop.

Mu Lingqian didn't want to push this little thing too far. After all, there was plenty of time in the future.

He let go of the person in his arms.