Ou Zun steeped there wordlessly, one hand still holding Luo SuiFeng by the collar, while the other was encased in her small hand.
Maintaining this peculiar and challenging posture, he was motionless.
Squinting at Mù Qiānxún, after a long while, his faint voice floated in the quiet night with an eerie coldness.
"What relationship do you hold him?"
Mù Qiānxún's heart lurched, she should have realized long ago that Ou Zun, with his wild and unrestrained demeanor, is indeed a spoilt child of good-for-nothing, an extreme example of a rich second generation. However, his acuteness was even stronger than the legendary sixth sense of a woman!
Instantly, her back broke out in a cold sweat.
Then she cried out in alarm, "Oh no, Ou Zun...I have a stomachache, I think it's my period again! Hurry up and take me home, it hurts so much!"
