[363] His passion is not personal

Thinking of how Mu Lingqian would be tormented by her, a smile spread across her face.

Mu Lingqian dried his hair and tossed the towel aside. Turning around, he saw a certain woman sitting behind him, giggling stupidly. He had no idea what she was thinking about, but her laughter was rather foolish and weird.

He reached out, lifted her chin and brought her back to reality.

As Wen Xiangyang came back to her senses and saw Mu Lingqian close at hand, she thought of her just recent daydreaming and instantly lowered her head. But no sooner had she lowered her head than Mu Lingqian lifted it up again.

"What are you thinking about that makes you so happy?"

Forced to make eye contact with Mu Lingqian, Wen Xiangyang coughed once, her gaze somewhat evasive. "Young Master Mu, if you're tired, then we should go to rest earlier. Just now, pretend that I..."