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"... Mmm." Wen Jingcheng closed his eyes and opened them again to watch Yan Muqi walk out of the room.

Just when Yan Muqi was about to close the door, a pair of feet appeared in sight, Yan Muqi's heart was shocked, and he suddenly didn't dare to look up.

"Mu Qi." A familiar voice sounded in front of him, and Yan Muqi's tightly clenched hands suddenly relaxed. "What? Don't want to see me?" A chuckle came from the opposite side.

No, that's not the case.Yan Muqi raised his head and saw the face that he missed day and night, his eyes were red. "Achu, I..." Yan Muqi stared blankly at Mu Chu, who was still as cute as before, and still had a sweet dimple when he smiled.

"Mu Qi, I'm back." It's agreed like when I was a child, if someone comes back from going out, there is no need for a feast, just smile and say to the other party "I'm back"

Mu Chu stepped forward and hugged Yan Muqi, buried his head on Yan Muqi's neck and took a deep breath. "I miss you so much."

Wen Jingcheng was a little curious that Yan Muqi hadn't come back for so long, so he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.Before he walked out of the room, he saw two people hugging tightly at the door. Wen Jingcheng didn't wear contact lenses for the past few days, so he could only see people in a blur, so he had to squint his eyes to look at that person.

Muchu?

Wen Jingcheng almost couldn't stand and fell backwards, even his hands were shaking.

"Mu Qi..." Seeing Wen Jingcheng frowned standing in the bedroom, Mu Chu remembered that Yan Muqi was married, so this person must be his partner.So he pushed away Yan Muqi who was still hugging him tightly, blinked his red eyes, and looked at Wen Jingcheng, "Young Madam, hello."

Wen Jingcheng was taken aback when he heard his address, feeling extremely ironic.Are you hugging my husband and calling me Young Madam, are you trying to show off to me?Wen Jingcheng lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Mu Qi has a friend here, you guys talk, I'll go in after pouring a glass of water."

After Wen Jingcheng finished speaking, he really went to the living room to pour a glass of water, but turned and walked into the room next to the master bedroom.

"I..." Mu Chu sensed that Yan Muqi's mood was not right, looked at Yan Muqi for a while and didn't know what to say, so he just smiled and said, "You are so pretty, Mu Qi, you are very lucky."

Mu Chu smiled and took a step back, "I should go back too, otherwise the master and the others should be in a hurry."

Yan Muqi watched Mu Chu disappear step by step from his sight, slowly melting into the darkness.

Yan Muqi turned around and saw the closed door of the next room, thought for a while and didn't knock on the door.

Wen Jingcheng sat on the head of the bed holding a half cup of cold water.

Did not come to him.

Wen Jingcheng smiled palely, lowered his head and patted his lower abdomen, "I only have you."

It was two or three o'clock in the morning when Wen Jingcheng felt unwell. His whole body was burning like a hot body, and his lower abdomen was in pain.

Wen Jingcheng didn't wake up from his sleep, as if he was struggling in a nightmare, Wen Jingcheng was sweating.

His throat was hoarse and painful, and all the moisture in his body seemed to turn into sweat and leave him.

Vaguely remembering that he put the quilt on the bedside table before going to bed, Wen Jingcheng panted hard and turned sideways, reaching out to reach for the cup beside the bed.With a light sweep of his hand, the cup fell to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

Yan Muqi has always been a light sleeper, and because he saw Mu Chu today, he didn't really fall asleep. When he heard the sound of something falling on the ground, he was stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted and walked to Wen Jingcheng's room.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Wen Jingcheng's restrained groans, and the person on the bed curled up into a ball and trembled slightly, as if he wanted to reduce his physical pain in this way.

Yan lifted Wen Jingcheng's quilt and saw an abnormal blush on Wen Jingcheng's face.Reaching out to touch his face, Yan Muqi panicked at the frightening temperature in his hands, and hastily pulled away Wen Jingcheng's hands that were pressing on his lower abdomen.

The backhand was firmly held by Wen Jingcheng, as if he was about to plunge his hand into Yan Muqi's with great strength.