"So, are you hoping I act like last night every day?"
Mu Yichen straightened up a bit, looking at her with a somewhat serious expression. He pulled her hand to his eyes, lifted it, and gently kissed the back of her hand with his lips.
Qin Mu laughed softly, "Last night? What happened last night?"
Mu Yichen's dark eyes twinkled with an easy smile, "Oh, last night? Nothing much, just that Mrs. Mu got drunk and ended up with her ravenous husband."
Qin Mu quietly looked at him, watching him look so proud, so silly.
Mu Yichen removed his hands from the edge of the table, placing her hands on his knees, imitating her posture.
The two of them fell silent again, gazing into each other's eyes.
As if their feelings could be communicated through their eyes alone.
