It's late at night and it's quiet all around.

The sound of unbuttoned belt clips is particularly loud in this bedroom.

Mu Xiaoqi's finger was still on the belt buckle at night. When he heard the noise, his finger paused and took a gentle breath. Only then did he untie his belt.

As soon as he unfastened his belt, there was a tendency for him to probe his brain on that fierce night. Even though he was separated by a layer of cloth, Mu Xiaoqi stopped acting at a loss.

There was a roll in the throat of the nightscape, and a mute voice said, "Go on."

Bathing Xiaoqi's heart,...