By a twist of fate, Yun Yao became neighbors with the client she worked for.
Was this the Mu family's heir playing games with her feelings, or a carefully plotted pursuit?
The tension between them reached its peak one night.
“Mr. Mu, you've had too much to drink.”
She put a hand against Mu Chen's chest, trying to struggle up. Mu Chen caught her wrist and pressed her back onto the bed with a little force. His voice was gentle, low, and full of affection. “I've had too much to drink, but I'm perfectly clearheaded. And I'll remember what happened today when I wake up tomorrow.” He gently kissed Yun Yao on the forehead, then let go and lay back on the bed.
“Go home. If you stay any later, I'm afraid I'll change my mind and won't let you leave.”
