She couldn't make it to the studio that morning and hadn't even gotten out of bed.
Qin Mu realized her body still felt strange, as if something was catalyzing her emotions, or perhaps her blood.
"I didn't drink much last night, did I?"
Qin Mu murmured uncontrollably.
"But you did have a drink,"
he said in a low voice, gently touching her hair.
Before she woke up that morning, he had already sought out the hotel management. Something had been added to her drink last night, whether by the hotel staff, Liu Jingyuan, or someone else with other motives.
The events of the previous night were chaotic, and now just thinking about it, he still had a headache.
He had called home and had her clothes sent over, but they were both too lazy to get out of bed.
Qin Mu lay on top of him, holding him, not wanting to get up at all.
Mu Yichen didn't want to get up either, after being so intimately entwined for so long, they couldn't bear to separate.
And it was rare to have such moments.
