Mu Lingqian didn't answer. He called her name again, and then showered her with a deluge of kisses, kissing her face where he had scratched her. His tongue brushed against the wound, causing Wen Xiangyang to suck in a sharp breath of cool air due to the pain.
This man was currently very out of sorts.
Even if she tried to get to the bottom of things now, she wouldn't get any answers.
She only hoped that once he was better, she could figure out what had actually happened today.
Seemingly hearing Wen Xiangyang's intake of breath, Mu Lingqian paused. He lifted a hand to touch her face. When he did, a hint of a smile formed at the corner of his mouth.
Wen Xiangyang was spellbound by Mu Lingqian's smile.
This man had once held her, laughing unrestrainedly.
But, this particular smile was something she had never seen before.
"Young Master Mu…"