"Talk about what?"
Mu Yichen's coercive gaze swept over her, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt.
"Hey! Don't mess around! I can't do it now."
Qin Mu suddenly became a bit stuttering, his movements all too familiar.
"Can't do it? Is it the top part or the bottom part that can't?"
Mu Yichen said, grabbing her collar with one hand. Qin Mu, reflexively led by the nose, was then pushed onto the bed.
"Ah! Mu Yichen!"
A sharp pain shot through Qin Mu, the urgent sensation of being forcefully brought down and yet almost bouncing back up.
But in the next second, Mu Yichen was on top of her, pressing against her, inciting his loss of control.
"Big temper, huh? Bring it on!"
Mu Yichen pinched her chin with one hand, rendering her speechless. How could she possibly get angry?
Her slender jade hands reflexively started slapping at his wrist, but it was like she was scratching an itch for him, utterly unable to inflict any pain.
