An Lin's hand holding the cup trembled slightly.
Even though she knew they were discussing this matter downstairs, hearing Qin Mu tell her this news in person caused An Lin's heart to skip a beat, then start pounding irregularly.
Perhaps it was because Qin Mu was sitting too close; the air she breathed in between her nostrils was filled with his crisp and mature male scent.
In the past, even if she liked him, her heart wouldn't race just from being close to him.
Ever since the other night when the two of them became physically intimate, every time Qin Mu got close, An Lin couldn't help but feel her heart racing uncontrollably.
The images from that night uncontrollably replayed in her mind at random times.
She wanted to erase them, but couldn't.
Seeing An Lin not speaking, Qin Mu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of puzzlement flashing in his eyes, and he called out again: "An Lin."
Only then did An Lin look up, her gaze meeting his.
