Mu Yichen didn't look back; he didn't particularly like hearing that.
Things he didn't like to hear, he would usually pretend he hadn't heard.
"Zhuo Wen asked us to go hiking, shall we go?"
Mu Yichen asked deliberately to provoke her.
The two of them just lying there without talking and then going to sleep—he wasn't willing to let that happen.
After hearing that, Qin Mu ignored him even more, so angry that her stomach was about to explode.
The room grew lonely, filled with those oppressive particles in the air, feeling like an incident could happen any minute.
"Not speaking is as good as consent? I agreed?"
Qin Mu turned around, grabbed her pillow, and threw it at him: "Mu Yichen, you jerk."
"Hmm! That phrase has become your catchphrase."
Qin Mu felt so frustrated that she almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
He caught the pillow she threw at him with ease, then placed it beside himself: "Do you still want it?"
"I don't want it anymore!"
