The next day, as Wen Xiangyang turned over and opened her eyes, she found herself staring at Mu Lingqian who was leaning against the headboard, his hand gently caressing her cheek while he watched her silently. His gaze was deep, softened at the edges, which combined with his fingers brushing her cheek, made Wen Xiangyang feel a bit flushed.
Mu Lingqian's fingers were long and clearly defined, strong and powerful, emanating an unmistakable masculine energy.
Wen Xiangyang loved watching this man, whether he was cold, angry, or serious, she couldn't help but be captivated by him.
Seeing Wen Xiangyang staring dazedly at him, Mu Lingqian's fingers traced her cheek while he asked with a deep, charismatic voice, "What are you thinking about?"
Wen Xiangyang revealed a smile, playfully biting Mu Lingqian's finger as he touched her lips, causing him to stiffen noticeably.
Wen Xiangyang leaped out of bed with a triumphant smile, teasing, "Can you guess?"