"Qin Wan, on our wedding night, you weren't the only virgin," he whispered.
Qin Wan's gasp drowned out his quiet murmur.
She only heard the words 'wedding night.'
Later.
He pulled her out of bed and stood her in front of the dressing table.
Then, he bit her ear and murmured something.
Already half-asleep, she didn't hear his words.
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Morning.
Mu Shaochen was woken up by Zuo Zhan's phone call.
Opening his eyes and seeing the little woman snuggled in his arms sleeping soundly, his lips unconsciously curled up.
He grabbed his phone and turned it off first.
Then, he lowered his gaze and gazed at her face, tinged with a light pink, for a moment.
He couldn't help but draw closer.
Just as his lips were about to touch her forehead, he remembered that last night she had refused to call him "husband."
His heart felt blocked again.
He dismissed the thought of kissing her.
Sliding out the arm she was using as a pillow,