Startled, she turned her head to see Wen Zhan had gotten out of the car after her.
Her heart suddenly leaped to her throat, fearing that he was about to make that demand.
Looking at the time that had passed since her severe menstrual pain from emergency contraception around the New Year, it had been half a month, and he hadn't touched her inappropriately again.
Whenever they met, the two of them behaved with mutual respect, almost making one forget this guy's hooligan nature.
In their agreement, he had set the rule of returning once a month for "marital duties." It was surprising that he had held out for over half a month—seemingly on the verge of not being able to restrain himself any longer.
The two looked squarely at each other, the distance between them as close as fingertips, yet neither spoke.
Mu Wanqing tried to appear calm, but her heartbeat was already in disarray.