They hadn't been intimate for some time, and he thought she, like himself, had long been eagerly awaiting this moment.
"No, I—" Mu Wanqing looked into his deep, dark eyes, her lips slightly pressed together, her gaze conflicted and wavering.
"No? Then you must want it. If you want it, let's not waste time," the man echoed her words, his smile turning darker and more mischievous.
Mu Wanqing: "..."
Wen Zhan saw the hurt in her eyes, as if she were overwhelmed with thoughts that had nowhere to go. A pang of helplessness cut through his heart.
He knew where the knot in her heart lay. Sighing, he pulled her close, his large hand gently patting her shoulder now and then, softly comforting her.
"You really don't need to take my mother's words to heart. She can't separate us. When I find the time to go back and have a proper talk with her, I'll make sure she cooperates with her treatment. Don't put the burden of this matter on yourself."