Mu Qiu looked so petite and slender, as if her bones would break if he squeezed her.
She's just too fragile.
But she's also very attractive.
I want to crush her and make her cry for me.
This was the only thought in Cheng Yanmo's mind.
Cheng Yanmo quietly finished the last sip of wine and placed the clean glass on the table. He glanced sideways at Mu Qiu, who looked uneasy. "Follow me."
With that, Cheng Yanmo took the lead and walked towards the exit of the banquet hall. Mu Qiu gazed at the man's majestic and tall back profile. She thought for a moment before following him.
In the crowd, Song Ci watched as Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo left one after the other. She felt slightly conflicted. Han Zhan looked in the direction Song Ci was looking at, and saw Mu Qiu chasing after Cheng Yanmo's figure as he left. A hint of contemplation flashed across his gray-blue eyes.
