Qin Mu's body stiffened, and suddenly she was scooped up from the sofa.
Mu Yichen hoisted her over his shoulder and walked toward the stairs, domineering as he demanded, "Which way is the bedroom?"
"Mu Yichen…"
"If you won't say, then I'll just pick one!"
Mu Yichen said.
"Left, first one on the left!"
Qin Mu was injured, several rooms didn't even have beds—were they supposed to do it on the floor?
Her panicked, flustered voice actually put him in a slightly better mood.
"Before you get slept by another man, I have to sleep with you at least one more time. If one day you really go back and divorce me, this body I've loved for so many years would just be handed over to someone else!"
Qin Mu was thrown onto the bed, completely powerless to resist. The mattress had amazing bounce and sprang her up a little, but just when she thought he'd toss her really high, he suddenly lunged on top of her and pressed her down solidly, the two of them sinking into that big bed together.
