Wen Yi bit into her toast and lifted her eyes to his flawless handsome face, recalling Li Qianrui and the words he'd said in bed. After swallowing her food, she took a sip of milk before asking, "I heard that Muse almost kissed you last night."
Mo Shichen's eyes darkened slightly, his expression unchanged as he offered a faint comment, "Muse, huh? The name is quite unique."
She tilted her head slightly, smiling as she asked, "Didn't you feel anything when you saw her?"
Mo Shichen looked up at her smiling face, his tone even, "Should I have felt something?"
Wen Yi nodded, her laugh stretching into her voice, "She must be more your type."
His type?
Mo Shichen narrowed his eyes slightly, the image of the face he had seen last night coming to mind.
It was indeed beautiful, just a bit too haggard, carrying an indescribable sense of decline.
