But she was highly vigilant, which had become an instinctive reflex ingrained in her bones.
In the past, on missions, if she wasn't vigilant, she would have died countless times by now.
She knew that her life shouldn't be as it was in the beginning, that she should have an ordinary life, but even though she had already lowered her guard considerably, that long-ingrained bone-deep instinct was not easy to change.
Of course, that Mu Lianmiao would care about this was something Musheng hadn't expected.
"I'm not guarding against you, but my reflexes are just like this, Lianmiao. It's not about guarding or not guarding. You know the sort of position I was in before, it's my instinct, not targeted at you."
"I know, but I'm still not happy about it." His gaze was firmly fixed on Musheng, as tranquil as the undisturbed, waveless sea in the night: "Musheng, I am now your husband, you can't treat me the same as everyone else, even if it's an instinct, you have to exclude me."
