Even though they see each other every day and it's not like they're going far away, just to a temple to burn incense, she feels regretful that Chu Heng can't go.
This thought emerged, and her face turned a bit red. She wrinkled her nose, "I'm serious, you can't always be wasting your time."
"This isn't wasting my time; it's my willingness to spend more time with the family." Chu Heng kissed the tip of her nose gently, without a hint of ambiguity.
It was nothing but a purely intimate gesture.
"Really not letting me accompany you?" Chu Heng's voice was low and husky, inexplicably sexy.
Ye Muyu sniffed, trying awkwardly to change the subject, "Let me take a look at your wound."
Chu Heng chuckled, ruffled her hair, and didn't refuse. He lay down, watching her with a smile, looking utterly at her mercy.
Ye Muyu's ears turned red. She cleared her throat, regaining her composure, and reached out to untie his belt.
