Mu Anran was trapped under the quilt and couldn't move.
Only her delicate and exquisite face was exposed.
She hummed, "You're just like Nie Xiaoxun, both of you are rascals."
Yu Lingqian leaned in closer until their noses were almost touching. "Just this makes me a rascal? I could be even more rascally, want to try?"
"Stop it!" Mu Anran involuntarily shrank back into the quilt.
Yu Lingqian's mouth quirked up slightly. After drying his hair, he lay down next to Mu Anran.
He spread his right arm, and Mu Anran nestled her head obediently on his shoulder.
She realized she was becoming more and more fond of the sensation of sleeping against his neck.
"Young Master Yu..." Mu Anran called him softly.
"Hmm."
Mu Anran bit her lip. "Actually, I don't quite understand..."
Yu Lingqian turned his head to look at her in the dim light, seemingly waiting for her to continue.
Mu Anran said softly, "Do you... really want to marry me?"
