It was already late at night, and the lighting was dim.
Taking a screenshot directly from the video indeed made it harder to see clearly.
"Send me that video clip," she said.
Qin Wan spoke and looked up at Mu Shaochen.
He just turned his face toward her at that moment.
Her brow bone touched his lips.
The warm touch made her breath hitch.
Ambiguity sprouted in an instant.
Qin Wan subconsciously pursed her lips, her clear eyes reflecting his handsome features.
Mu Shaochen's Adam's apple bobbed.
At such close distance, his sexy thin lips still touched her skin.
His breath was filled with her unique fragrance.
His lips left her brow bone and he responded in a hoarse voice, "Alright."
He suppressed the urge to kiss her.
Lowering his gaze, his long fingers with distinct knuckles operated the phone, and a moment later, Qin Wan's phone beeped with a message.
She picked up her phone while Mu Shaochen placed his on the computer desk.
