Chapter 817 Insensitivity

• It was as if this was the first time a woman hugged him—Ye Moxuan froze and dared not move an inch. Her body was entirely different from his—it was as soft as cotton and would cause anyone that held on to never want to let go.
• As Ye Moxuan was about to raise his hands, Han Muzi got up and pushed him away. "You should go."
• Ye Moxuan's eyelids twitched. Why so soon? Before he could react, the door was already opened, and he was subsequently pushed out of the room. After saying goodbye to him, Han Muzi closed the door without any hesitation. In the dark hallway, he was standing by himself, listening to the moans from next door.