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When Mu Liangxi was twelve, the Mu family passed away in grief. Mu Lingyun passed away from sickness at the age of forty-five.

The people from the Mu Family were in deep sorrow, mourning for three days. The person guarding the cemetery at night was their eldest son, Mu Yanze.

Since a year ago, when his father was very ill, he had begun to take over the position of the Mu's Group's Young Master.

As for the girl beside him, her eyes were red as she leaned on his shoulder and cried.

”Big brother, we don't have any more fathers …”

Mother is very sad, just want to go with father, now look pale, sick in bed, do not eat or drink.

While the Mu's siblings were watching the cemetery tonight, other than the silence, there was only silence.

That night, he was alone with her. Her fingers were cold, but she stayed by his side.

Until the same ice-cold palm took hold of her hand, it was probably carried behind her back.

There was actually a trace of warmth between his palms.

In the month after her father passed away, Mrs. Mu finally thought of something. For the sake of her son and daughter, for the sake of the Mu family, she could not be this depressed anymore.

She still had a pair of children, and she would give them all of her love in the future.

The Mrs. Mu had gone far away to relax, and on the third night after he had left, there were sounds of thunder and rain.

Mu Liangxi was a girl after all.

Unable to find her mother, she could only hug her pillow and leave her room in a pink nightgown, her feet pitifully bare.

Knock knock knock * The knocks on the door were really light and very small.

With her head against the door, Mu Liangxi said softly:

”Brother …” Are you asleep? ”

However, no one responded to her.

She took the pillow and squatted down in front of his door, covering her ears in horror as the thunder sounded.

But at this moment, the door opened.

Mu Yanze wiped his wet hair and looked down at the person who squatted in front of him like a pitiful puppy.

Seeing how her eyes were bloodshot and her mouth was tightly shut, it seemed as though she was about to cry at any moment.

”Brother …”

Every single time she mumbled this word, with a hint of coyness and grievance, she would cause Mu Yanze's left atrium to tremble.

He was twenty now, no longer fifteen or sixteen, and knew that she was squatting in front of his door, trying to sleep in his bed, rubbing against his warmth.

”Go back to your room and sleep.”

This time, his attitude was too cold and resolute. Mu Liangxi shook his head, he did not plan to listen to him —

”I want to sleep with you.”

Can't it be the same as before?

Normally, she would speak to him in such a tone, and he would not disagree.

But how could tonight be an exception?

”No, go back to your room and sleep.”

”But I will be afraid …”

”You've grown up.”