Yan Jia was one of Ji Changmu's few friends. Although Yan Jia lay in the ward for a long time with no sign of waking up, Ji Changmu never forgot him.

Sometimes, when the Yan family was in trouble, Ji Changmu would help him out and privately allocated a lot of funds to the Yan family.

He didn't have to do these things, but Qiao Muyuan knew that Ji Changmu... knew how to repay kindness, and often, a drop of kindness would be repaid by a spring.

He himself is an extremely warm person.

But now that Yan Jia's life and death are uncertain, this has become a stone in Ji Changmu's heart. When he thinks about it, he will be so overwhelmed that he can't breathe.

Qiao Muyuan couldn't think of a way to help him in this matter.

He never said anything to her, but she guessed that he was doing something in private.

The hotel arrived quickly.

After entering the room, Ji Changmu took out his nightgown and change of clothes from the closet.

Qiao Muyuan just took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet. She wanted to have a few drinks with Ji Changmu.

She walked up behind him and hugged his waist, hooking her little fingers on his hand: "Brother Ji, do you want to take a shower?"

"Well, let's take a shower. I'm very sweaty today."

"Wash together?"

"No, don't tempt me." Ji Changmuke disagreed, "If we do it together, I'm afraid it won't be a bath."

"Okay, you take a shower first and I'll wait for you."

Ji Changmu turned his head, kissed her gently on the forehead, and then entered the bathroom.

Qiao Muyuan called the front desk and ordered a fruit, some candles and a guitar.

She turned off the lights, lit candles, sat on the balcony at night, drank two sips of red wine, and played the guitar.

Her guitar is barely listenable, at least, not unpleasant.

The scented candles emitted a faint fragrance and surrounded her, immersing her in it and making her feel at peace.

The night is vast, and you can see the lights and bustling traffic on the streets from the high buildings.

Not long after, Ji Changmu took a bath.

He vaguely heard the sound of a guitar in the bathroom. When he came out, he saw Qiao Muyuan sitting on the balcony holding the guitar. He did not turn on the lights and only lit candles. The atmosphere was just right.

The man was wrapped in a pair of dark gray lace-up pajamas with a V-neck, revealing a section of sexy and wild skin.

He wiped his head dry, blew it a few times, and walked straight to the balcony.

Smelling the aroma, Qiao Muyuan was about to turn around, but Ji Changmu had already hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and his hot breath tickled her ears.

"Has it been washed?"

"Yeah." He nodded, "Are you playing the guitar? Let me be your audience."

"Then just sit down and I'll play it for you."

Ji Changmu kissed her on the cheek, and the heat of his lips gave her a tickling touch. Her heart trembled, she turned her head, hooked her arms around his neck, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

However, Ji Changmu didn't let her kiss him for too long.

Soon, he sat down on the sofa opposite her, crossed his legs, and poured himself a glass of red wine.

Under the flickering candle flames, Qiao Muyuan's fair and beautiful face was lightly flushed, and there was a layer of hazy mist in his eyes, and his figure and the light of the fire were reflected in his pupils.

She had just played a few pieces and found her touch.

As soon as Ji Changmu sat down, she smiled at him and played a guitar piece for him.

For Ji Changmu, this moment was the ultimate enjoyment.

The corners of his lips gradually rose and curved into an arc.
Chapter completed!