Xi Muchen lowered his head to look at the petite woman beneath him, his eyebrows raised high, with a glint of satisfaction in his deep black eyes that Xia Wanwan didn't quite understand.
She was still puzzled, and the next second, the man's low, husky voice carried a satisfied chuckle: "Mrs. Xi, today... it's been three months."
Xia Wanwan was momentarily stunned, then she understood what Xi Muchen meant by three months.
This man...
Was he counting the days?
Xia Wanwan blushed, pretending not to understand, and said, "Wha... what's three months?"
Xi Muchen curved his lips slightly, his dark eyes looking at her like a boundless vortex, seemingly capable of drawing a person in.
Suddenly, Xia Wanwan felt the man move, brushing against her, and then he laughed softly.
"What do you think?"
"Hmm..."
Whether he was truly afraid of hurting her or deliberately tormenting her, Xi Muchen held her and tossed her around for a long time, making her even more uncomfortable.
