Mu Jiu decided to probe the reality of the situation.
He went upstairs.
In the bedroom, Zhou Susu was applying nail polish.
She believed she had contributed to the situation and coquettishly said as soon as Mu Qun entered: "Is Mu Jiu feeling content now?"
Mu Jiu ignored her.
He leaned on the sofa by the window, touching his own head.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "What do you think of that pretty boy Bao Jingyan?"
Zhou Susu felt somewhat sheepish.
What could she think?
A man like Bao Jingyan was someone she could only look up to but never reach.
She had once seen him briefly at a club.
He was with four or five other men, and although they were at a club, his surroundings seemed to be enveloped in brilliant moonlight, unapproachable.
Even among a group of distinguished people, he stood out as the center of attention.
Zhou Susu dared not show her thoughts, instead seductively leaning closer to Mu Jiu.
