His movements were gentle and slow. As he kissed, his breath grew heavier.
"Why?"
Holding onto her face, Mu Xichen said with a low voice with a slight hint of sadness.
"Mu Donglin… He's allowed, but I'm not…"
As he continued to kiss her, her heart sank.
"You said that you loved me… What did that amount to…" Mu Xichen said as he held onto her. With a low, raspy voice, he said, "What's so good… about Mu Donglin anyway."
Li Beinian could no longer control her tears. She pushed his face away and said, "Let's talk about it when you're sober."
Mu Xichen didn't continue, and she pushed him away.
Li Beinian got up and left the room.
She didn't turn back. She couldn't turn back.
Only the sound of the door opening and closing could be heard.
The room went back to silence.
As Mu Xichen laid on the bed, he felt that his body was numbed by the alcohol. His chest was heavy, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
