While Wan Qing was lost in admiring Murong Qin, he slowly opened his drowsy eyes and saw Wan Qing's infatuated gaze on him. This filled him with profound satisfaction. This was what a real woman was like, whose eyes would light up on seeing him. In contrast, that Liuliu was no woman at all. Could she be so heartless as to harm a noble son like himself?
Murong Qin gave Wan Qing a charming smile, "Wan Qing, are you back?" His question was soft and tender, as though a husband was asking his wife upon her return home.
For a moment, Wan Qing felt like the luckiest woman in the world, having a man waiting for her at home. Suddenly, tears welled up unexpectedly in her eyes, making her look all the more appealing.
Seeing Wan Qing's sudden tears, Murong Qin swiftly sat up and pulled her into his arms. The timing was perfect; a fragile woman was always easier to win over. Just then, fearing that Wan Qing might offer herself but holding back, he decided to relieve her discomfort.
