Mu Xichen immediately wrapped his long arms around her waist and held her firmly in his embrace.
From Feng Yiran's perspective, he took this as a sign that Li Beinian's legs had gone weak.
As for why this had happened…
Feng Yiran did not dare to think about it, but his breathing became more rapid.
Li Beinian noticed Mu Xichen's little trick as well. She glared at him and gave him a shove. Immediately, her eyes fell on his hand.
It was their wedding ring.
He was the one who forced her to put it on him.
Since then, Mu Xichen had never taken it off.
On the contrary, she had never worn hers for more than a day.
Li Beinian held his hand and touched the ring on his finger, feeling inexplicably guilty.
Mu Xichen held her hand and stared at her with dark eyes. He whispered, "Let's go."
"Beinian," Feng Yiran said indignantly. "Would you really rather be with him and be a mistress?"
