Qin Mu let out a low groan in pain, and afterward, no matter how excessive he was, she could only endure it by holding him tight, with only broken, muffled whimpers.
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The next day.
Qin Mu had been kept busy until two or three in the morning and couldn't get up early, while the other members of the Mu Family were already having breakfast in the dining room.
Mu Zihao looked at his granddaughter feeding herself with a spoon and smiled approvingly: "Huanhuan is really quite similar to you when you were little."
Mu Yichen...
"However, you can't just bring her over to stay the night because of that. What if the Jing Family finds out? How awkward would our situation be?"
Feng Fanghua complained as she looked at her son.
"Awkward? I've already made it known that I want to marry Qin Mu. Now, everyone in the city with some connections knows I'm not interested in an arranged marriage with the Jing Family."
"But our relationship with the Jing Family..."
