Mu Shaochen furrowed his brow, but remained silent.
Watching the small woman in front of him scratch a series of red marks on the back of his hand.
Thinking of the marks she left on his back last night, he lifted his eyes to her delicate lips and swallowed hard.
His gaze darkened.
There was water running in the washroom.
The two of them had been inside for half an hour and still hadn't come out.
There were no sounds of talking.
Grandma Mu didn't find any joy in the kitchen, so she let the chef do the cooking while she sat on the living room sofa.
Counting the minutes.
Her face, etched with the vicissitudes of time, burst into a radiant smile.
It seemed her precious grandson didn't need any nourishing.
She might need to have the servants prepare a nursery and all the essentials soon.
A whole hour passed.
The door to the washroom opened.
Qin Wan came out from inside.
Her little face was flushed.
