The moment the woman came close, a faint fragrance filled his nose.
Mu Sihan's Adam's apple bobbed and he looked down at the woman close to him. Was she trying to flatter him?
Recently, in order to avoid her, he had gotten up early and returned home late. In doing so, he had not seen her so closely like this in a long time.
She seemed thinner and her egg-shaped face seemed even smaller and exquisite. She was not wearing any makeup and her skin was fair and tender. When she smiled, the dimples at the corner of her lips were like a whirlpool that sucked him in.
He had not touched her for so long that his desire coursed through his veins. He wanted to touch her do badly.
His hand almost lifted up and pull her into his bones.
"What on earth are you doing?" He struggled to control his mood and looked at her frostily.
