The sweet taste lingered, tempting Mu Tingchu to deepen the kiss, but Wen Yan suddenly turned her face away. "Don't you like this? Or... is it just me you don't like?" Mu Tingchu's voice cooled, instilling fear in Wen Yan. Recalling his angry demeanor, Wen Yan bit her lip. "It's not that..." Suddenly, Mu Tingchu's phone rang on the bed. Wen Yan felt relieved, rising to hand him the device. Glancing at the caller ID, Mu Tingchu frowned slightly, not answering immediately. Understanding, Wen Yan smiled and left, secretly exhaling in relief. Perhaps if he found someone he liked, wanted to marry and have children with, he'd finally leave her alone? That was her hope. Back in her room, Wen Yan lay on her bed and opened her phone. The screen was awash with red, heralding the approaching Sp

