"If you keep resisting, something bad might happen."
Mu Yichen warned her, and then began to slide her gown down from her shoulders.
Qin Mu...
"What kind of bad thing?"
Qin Mu's hands guarded her own shoulders to prevent his success while she asked quietly.
"For example, the wedding dress your master sent you might get ruined."
Immediately, Qin Mu's hands lost their strength.
Mu Yichen let out a smile, no, a wicked one.
"Now—"
"Go to the bed!"
Qin Mu said seriously, then turned to head to the bed.
"I'll carry you!"
Mu Yichen suddenly declared.
Qin Mu looked up at him in shock, but he effortlessly picked her up in a bridal carry.
Somehow, her eyes grew moist.
Qin Mu gazed at his sharp features, at his cold visage.
Was he no longer capable of smiling?
Thinking back to what her master had asked him that night, and his response, Qin Mu lowered her head again, restraining the turmoil in her heart, forcing back the mist in her eyes.
