When Mu Yiliang woke up again, she felt as if her whole body had been run over by a car.
The room was dimly lit, and she struggled to get up, only to be embraced from behind by strong arms.
Hadn't he had enough? Mu Yiliang was truly frightened...
"Young Master Yan, I should be going back," Mu Yiliang said, feigning calmness.
How could the man not hear the underlying message in her words? He chuckled lightly, tightened his grip, and half of his body pressed down on her: "I won't come again. Just sleep peacefully."
Just sleep... Mu Yiliang looked at the time but didn't dare to really fall asleep. What if Yan Sijue woke up first in the morning, and she wasn't there when he returned home? That would be trouble.
"Young Master Yan, shouldn't your wife have a problem with you not coming home at night?" Mu Yiliang whispered.
"You really do care about her." Yan Sijue clasped her hands tightly, pinning her down.
