[809] The softest

Mu Lingqian arrived at Wen Xiangyang's room past two o'clock in the morning. He sat beside Wen Xiangyang, touching her face. This little woman seemed to have found joy in her work.

It was good for her to experience the treachery of human hearts.

Wen Xiangyang, as if feeling someone caressing her, murmured discontentedly in her sleep and turned over to show her back to Mu Lingqian, presenting a cold demeanor.

Mu Lingqian looked at Wen Xiangyang's back, retracted his hand, and his gaze slightly darkened. This feeling was odd; he clearly hated her so much—hated her cold-bloodedness, hated her heartlessness—yet the more he felt this way, the more he worried. He feared that this little woman, with her bad temper and too soft a heart for those undeserving, would be bullied. This led him to can't help but come to see her every night, even if just to stand in front of her and look at her.

Wen Xiangyang, what should I do with you?