It might have been because the effects of the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, but that night, after Mu Anran fed Yu Lingqian a bowl of noodles, he obediently fell asleep.
He didn't touch her all night.
Mu Anran breathed a sigh of relief and quietly lay down beside him.
The scenes from the day played out before her, and as she looked at Yu Lingqian's softened handsome face:
She really was finding it increasingly difficult to understand this man.
Logically speaking, their relationship was merely a contract, and he really didn't need to do so much for her.
Today, when he had said she was his woman, the shock at the bottom of her heart was indescribable.
But only she knew that, after that shock, there seemed to be another emotion spreading.
She, herself, seemed to be becoming more dependent on him.
"The Yu Family is too complex for us to provoke,"
Ling Li's anxious and somber voice suddenly echoed deep in her mind.
