[037] Are you inviting me?

He put down the fountain pen, his hands clasped under his chin, a mysterious, devilish curve hanging on his lips, "Are you... inviting me?"

Mu Anran's pretty face instantly turned crimson, as she hastily and clumsily explained, "I, I didn't mean that. What I meant was, I can get your bath water ready for you..."

As if he had very important work to handle, Yu Lingqian did not continue to tease her, and instead said indifferently, "You go to sleep first."

"Okay." Biting her lip, Mu Anran quietly turned and left.

Returning to the master bedroom, she threw herself onto the large bed and began to twist fiercely: "Ahhh, Mu Anran, you fool, such a big fool!"

Her embarrassed shrieks pierced through the balcony, drifting into the study's bay window.

Yu Lingqian, who was in the middle of a video conference, had a shadow of darkness pass through his eyes, while a trace of a faint curve quickly sketched across his lips.