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This nasally sound in his morning voice, soft and sticky, was a seductive hum in the man's ears.
"What are you humming blindly?" Mo Shiche, with long arms encircling her waist, gripped her chin and smiled coldly, "You were eagerly sleeping by my side last night, and this morning, any messy man shows up and you're ready to throw yourself into his arms and hum so lasciviously?"
Mu Yunshen, "..."
Was he the messy man in question?
Luo Qiangwei had no idea what had happened, and finally began to come to her senses as she lay in Mo Shiche's arms. She opened her eyes and said, "What did you just... say?"
How much did this man dislike her after his amnesia, to mock her first thing in the morning?
Mu Yunshen squinted, watching the drama unfold, his gaze falling on Mo Shiche's darkened face, and suddenly spoke playfully, "Miss Luo, did you not sleep well last night? Otherwise, you could go to my place..."
