[Beiyujing Villa]
Xue Murong had just left when Mu Anran's expression changed.
A pair of delicate eyebrows knitted tightly together.
The reason she had retorted just now was that Xue Murong had been too aggressive.
Throughout her words, she all but took the stance of the woman of the house.
Yu Lingqian, he... he wouldn't get angry, would he?
After all, it was Yu Lingqian who said she was his woman; that was his own declaration. Speaking up about it herself seemed a bit like acting spoiled because of favoritism.
"Um, Young Master Yu... I... just now..."
Mu Anran turned around with embarrassment, beginning to organize her thoughts.
Before she could finish speaking, she heard Yu Lingqian's deep voice, "Mu Anran, come here..."
Mu Anran bit her lip lightly, but still steeled herself to walk over.
Yu Lingqian's hands slowly wrapped around her shoulders.
"Young Master Yu, don't move, your hand—"
