That night, Qin Mu once again understood what it means to suffer the consequences of one's actions. Although there were no whips, there were ties, there were scarves! Mr. Mu could use these two items to create eighty different variations.
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It was not until after ten the next morning that Qin Mu finally managed to climb up to her studio, only to find Li Yu already waiting there.
Xiaomei gave her a knowing look; on the sofa in the reception area, Li Yu was fiddling with a lighter, lost in thought.
Qin Mu walked over: "How does a busy person like you find time to visit me?"
Li Yu lifted his eyes, looking somewhat weary: "I thought you always clocked in on time, but it turns out you're quite casual."
Li Yu spoke to her with a light laugh, vastly different from when they first met, Li Yu had already changed significantly.
"Now that everything is on track, I'm more relaxed, but why are you here?"
Qin Mu sensed he was intentionally avoiding her question, so she asked again.
