Shi Mu reached out and grabbed Si Chen's wrist, "Wait, I have something to tell you."
Si Chen halted, looking back at him, and for some unknown reason, suddenly felt her heart beating somewhat fast.
"Achun, let's make up, alright?" Shi Mu said, pulling his hand to his lips and kissing it.
Slightly stunned, Si Chen then freed her hand and stood up, moving aside, "Shi Mu, are you sick? I'm taking care of you out of kindness, and you're making passes at me?"
Shi Mu smiled faintly, "If I really wanted to take advantage of you, you would've been in my bed and wouldn't know how many times you would've rolled over by now. I just haven't had the heart to; I've always respected you."
Upon hearing this, Si Chen scoffed coldly, "Oh, so it's my fault now, is it? Should I be grateful to you then?"
Shi Mu sighed, "Achun, can we stop fighting? Can we make up, please?"
