The coldness faded away, and there was a strange glimmer of light in the bottom of his bottomless eyes.
The hazy, gauzy silver moonlight poured down from the window, impartially, and was about to fall on her palm-sized cheeks.
Against the backdrop of the moonlight, her fair skin was as crystal clear as white porcelain.
The long and thick eyelashes are like a small folding fan, spread flat on her lower eyelids, very beautiful and delicate; under the small and upright nose, a pair of moist red lips are slightly pouted and squirming from time to time.
Once upon a time, it was extremely tempting.
Yang Mufan never thought that Mu Wanqing was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He could find a lot of women who were prettier and cuter than her.
Put her among them, not to mention how mediocre she looks.
However, even he himself didn't know the reason.
I don't understand why my gaze always falls on her involuntarily, and I don't understand why I am inexplicably attracted to her.
Fingers with a slight layer of calluses gently rubbed her soft and moist red lips.
Mu Wanqing, who was sleeping, instinctively moved her itchy lips, and then showed a naive and sweet smile. She whispered: "Mu Fan..."
The whisper was light, slender, weak, and so quiet that it could be ignored, but Yang Mufan heard it clearly and clearly. His sharp brown pupils suddenly deepened in color...
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Early the next morning.
After Mu Wanqing woke up, for a long time, she stared blankly at the man who was arranging his clothes in the mirror without blinking.
This was the first time in her life that she saw Yang Mufan tidying up his clothes.
There was no sluggishness or slovenliness that ordinary people would have when they wake up, but instead his usual calmness and noble elegance.
He stood by the window, slowly and rigorously fastening his belt, buttons, and tie. Every step was methodical, and every subtle movement was both eye-catching and heart-pleasing.
Mu Wanqing couldn't help but be fascinated by what she saw.
Yang Mufan, on the other hand, glanced at her indifferently through the mirror and left the room without looking back.
Mu Wanqing disheveled her hair, yawned and went to wash up.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth and pulled his lips, the heartbreaking tearing pain quickly spread from his lips to every cell in his body.
Mu Wanqing's whole little face twisted in pain.
I quickly ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror——
In an instant, she made a horrifying discovery: When did her lip get a cut?! Obviously, when she went to bed last night, her lip was in good shape and did not touch anything.
breakfast.
Mu Wanqing just opened her mouth to bite the sandwich, but before her lips opened, she pulled at the scabbed wound, causing her to gasp in pain.
Yang Mulin saw it and asked in a low voice: "Wanqing, what's wrong?! Why is your lip injured?!"
Mu Wanqing covered her mouth, looked at Yang Mulin pitifully, and shook her head: "I don't know, maybe I accidentally knocked my teeth last night."
Yang Mucong, who was sitting opposite, had been looking back and forth between Yang Mufan and Mu Wanqing with malicious eyes ever since he came downstairs for breakfast. The moment he noticed the wound at the corner of Mu Wanqing's mouth.
He took a sip of milk, and then kept raising his eyebrows ambiguously at Yang Mufan: "Brother, why did sister-in-law's lips get injured? I'm afraid you know the reason better than anyone else?!"
It couldn't be more obvious that the wound was not caused by a direct impact from a foreign object, nor was it knocked by one's own teeth, but was caused by someone...biting.
There is probably only one way to be bitten on the lips by others, and that is...kissing.
Visual inspection of the wound, wow, it's really deep.
He had to sigh, his eldest brother was so wild, he didn't know how to be gentle and compassionate at all, he was so cruel, it was really cruel. Of course, this also reflected how eager and passionate he was to admire Mu Fan last night.
Only with extreme eagerness could he bite Mu Wanqing like that.
Yang Mufan elegantly spread jam on the toast and glanced at Mu Wanqing's lips. Then, with a low magnetic voice, he hummed lazily: "Who knows."
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