"Young Master Yue!" Mu Nuanxin was frightened by his enthusiasm, her beautiful dark eyes widened, and she looked at him in panic.
"Idiot, you have to close your eyes when kissing." He scolded unhappily and deepened the kiss again.
Mu Nuanxin immediately closed her eyes nervously, a pair of small hands tightly grasping his clothes, and his unique breath enveloped her tightly, making her head feel dizzy...
The moment the elevator door opened, he kindly ended the kiss. A light but bright blush appeared on her fair cheeks, charming his sight. He picked her up again and strode into the living room.
"You go take a bath first, and I'll make you some hangover soup, otherwise you'll have a headache tomorrow." Mu Nuanxin looked at him worriedly and said, her heart beating wildly.
"Okay!" He agreed with a rare good temper, put her on the sofa, turned around and walked into the bathroom.
Mu Nuanxin watched him leave, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. She punched her numb legs a few times, then slowly stood up and went to the kitchen to start making hangover soup for him.
After the hangover soup was cooked, she carefully poured the soup into the bowl. When she heard the sound of the door opening outside, she knew that he had returned to the bedroom after taking a bath. She waited for a while to let the soup cool down, and then took it.
He walked out of the kitchen together.
In the bedroom, Long Qingyue was half-leaning on the couch. She was not wearing any clothes and only had a thin quilt covering her waist. There were still drops of water dripping from her hair and body, and her brows were still furrowed, as if she was feeling very uncomfortable.
Look.
Mu Nuanxin's heart suddenly tightened. She quickly walked to the couch, put down the soup, and asked nervously, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's okay, I just have a little headache. It's an old problem. It's okay." He opened his eyes and stared at her as he answered.
Mu Nuanxin frowned when she heard this. It's an old problem? Does that mean he has been having headaches for so many years?
She pursed her lips in discomfort, picked up the hangover soup, blew on it, tasted it herself, and then handed it to him, "Drink it, the temperature should be just right."
Long Qingyue saw her carefully pressing her lips to test the temperature, and her heart suddenly softened, as if she was touched by something. In her expectant eyes, she said, "Feed me!"
Mu Nuanxin was slightly startled and whispered, "Then I'll get the spoon."
Just as she was about to leave, his wrist was grabbed by him, and the bowl in her hand almost spilled. She exclaimed and looked at him in confusion.
He stared at her deeply, and there was emotion in those deep black eyes that she could never understand, "I want you to feed me with your mouth..."
"..."
Mu Nuanxin felt her heart beating wildly and her cheeks began to burn. She opened her big dark eyes in shock and stuttered, "Use...with your mouth?"
"Yes." He nodded seriously, looking at her pink lips that were softer than flower petals, his Adam's apple couldn't help but roll up and down.
Her taste was so beautiful that he couldn't help himself... Before Mu Nuanxin could refuse, he said quietly, "Hey, I will consider letting your family meet Mu Luo Zhong tomorrow."
After hearing his words, Mu Nuanxin's body suddenly stiffened. Can she really meet her father? This is what their family dreams of.
