Afterward, she neatly flipped off the white duvet, stretched lazily, and turned on her side.
Photographers approached the bed, taking shots from her toes all the way up.
Mu Yichen's eyes narrowed subconsciously, and Director Chen felt Mu Yichen was distancing himself, lifting his eyes to see Mu Yichen with a cold expression looking at the bed.
By this time, Qin Mu had already sat up, swept her long hair away from her beautiful neck, and then spoke her lines before getting out of bed.
Everything around was quiet; she walked barefoot to the window, spinning on the floorboards, then happily walked to the window and pushed all the curtains open with force.
Jing Qing watched from the side, watching Qin Mu as they say on TV: her skin as tender as water, seemingly as delicate as a baby's. She watched the nightgown failing to conceal her soft figure, her bare feet as if they had just soaked in a milk bath, and looking at Mu Yichen's deep gaze, she turned and left.
