She wasn't sorry for having used his cup, nor for finishing the tea he had just cooled.
She had no idea how intimate it looked when she inadvertently leaned on Mu Yichen's knee while reaching for the teapot.
Jian Yan, however, understood very well; she had long become accustomed to everything about Mu Yichen.
With his eyes lowered, Mu Yichen watched her help pour the tea without giving her any hints, simply leaning back, smugly enjoying the moment.
He just gently stroked her hair, and Qin Mu instinctively turned her head to look at him, and at his slight smile, her mind went blank.
What had happened?
"That's about enough; the master is still a lonely man,"
Jian Yan could only remind them verbally.
Qin Mu was even more flustered—who was she? What had she done? Why would the master refer to himself as a lonely man?
Finally, Mu Yichen laughed with satisfaction, prompting a puzzled Qin Mu to ask, "What's wrong?"
That question was soft, so soft it hurt the master.
