Mu Xiangwan was carried into the room by Shentu Yun and placed gently onto the soft bed.
Shentu Yun sat beside the bed, his hand delicately brushing over her face with a look of tenderness in his eyes, akin to the relief of finally finding a long-lost treasure.
"Don't touch me..." Even without the strength in her limbs, Mu Xiangwan raised a cold resistance. His body temperature was lower than that of an average person, creating a chilling sensation that always reminded her of the daunting feeling of a python slithering over her body.
At this time, Shentu Yun was not angered by Mu Xiangwan's attitude, instead, he chuckled, "You'll be with me from now on, sooner or later you'll get used to my touch."
"In your dreams!" Mu Xiangwan coldly spat out two words, turning her face away.
