What is this man looking at?

"Mu...Young Master Mu..." When Wen Xiangyang was caught by Mu Lingqian, her words got somewhat stuck. She had clearly just been fast asleep.

"What are you doing?" Mu Lingqian opened his eyes, his voice still warm and deep, seemingly just awakened, deeply mesmerising.

Wen Xiangyang, caught with her hand in Mu Lingqian's, couldn't very well say she wanted to take advantage of him because he was handsome. She chuckled nervously, "I've cooked some food and boiled some chicken soup. Would you like to have some?"

Mu Lingqian glanced at Wen Xiangyang indifferently, his gaze wandered around her face, he then rose from bed, finally letting go of Wen Xiangyang's hand and walked out.

Wen Xiangyang rubbed her hand, which Mu Lingqian had been holding and quickly followed his steps.

She must have lost her mind, to think she could touch him at will while he was asleep.