When Wen Xiangyang entered with the room card prepared by the hotel staff for her.
What Wen Xiangyang saw was…
A smug, cold smile on Wen Ya's face. What a wonderful picture, it made her blood boil just thinking about it.
Just as Wen Ya was reveling in her victory, her chin was suddenly lifted up by a cold dagger, not a hand. The icy touch on her face made the normally warm Wen Ya shiver involuntarily.
"M-Mu...Young Master Mu..." Wen Ya did not expect Mu Lingqian to be carrying a knife.
The cold dagger against her hot face created a stark contrast, making her crave Mu Lingqian even more as she began to shiver.
She even thought that Mu Lingqian demonstrated some kind of perverse tendencies in bed.
Wen Ya herself had a bit of a masochistic streak.
Seeing Mu Lingqian pulling out a knife and sliding it across her face, excitement filled her eyes.
But, she did not expect that Mu Lingqian wasn't playing with her.