"Yes."
"Did she say anything else?"
"She mentioned that the old lady has been in a low mood recently, and hopes that you could go see her."
When the housekeeper's wife was referring to the old lady, she meant Xia Liyou's mother, Tang Juan.
"Alright, I got it." Xia Liyou gave a faint smile, then slowly climbed the stairs.
Entering the room, Xia Liyou planned to grab some comfortable clothes and change out of her current outfit.
But as she was searching through her wardrobe for her pajamas, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist from behind.
Xia Liyou was startled, instinctively wanting to struggle, but the hands holding her tightened even more.
Smelling the familiar scent on him, Xia Liyou's movements gradually ceased.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together. Even through layers of clothing, she seemed to be able to feel his scorching heat.
"Why are you dressed like this today?" Ou Chengtian's voice was somewhat low, not sounding angry, but tainted with something else.
