Mu Lingqian snapped the laptop shut the moment Wen Xiangyang made a sound. Xiangyang, coming back to her senses, grabbed Mu Lingqian's hand, "Young Master Mu, just now, did you just..."
Mu Lingqian didn't speak, just glanced at Wen Xiangyang, and extended his palm to envelop her small hand within his.
Wen Xiangyang looked at the man before her, thinking of the brief image she had just glimpsed, the surprise in her eyes growing richer. She looked so intently that she even noticed an unusual blush on the tips of his ears.
She never realized that her man could also have such an adorable side.
He seemed to not want her to know, so she decided to pretend to be unaware of it.
Wen Xiangyang naturally sat down on Mu Lingqian's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned into his chest, and changed the subject, "Young Master Mu, it's been a while since I've been back to the small rental."