[Bite him]

Wen Xiangyang, furious, bit down hard on Mu Lingqian's neck. Mu Lingqian winced slightly but didn't push Wen Xiangyang away. Instead, he patted her back to keep her from crying too hard and choking.

Wen Xiangyang lay in Mu Lingqian's arms and cried for a full twenty minutes. Even drained of strength, she couldn't bear to let go. She still clamped her teeth on Mu Lingqian's neck, sitting in his embrace.

She couldn't bear to let go.

It was she who had pushed him away, and now he only felt a trace of sympathy for her.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have ignored her calls, wouldn't have neglected to return them, wouldn't have treated her so coldly in front of others.

Holding the little woman in his arms, Mu Lingqian felt her soft body and the breath spraying on his neck. He, too, did not push her away. It had been a long time since he had held her so openly and rightfully.