Ou Zun placed Mù Qiānxún on the sofa and wrapped her tightly with a blanket. "Sit here for a moment," he instructed.
He then turned his head to look at Luo SuiFeng who stood stiffly not far away.
"What are you here for?"
His tone was one of clear disdain.
Luo SuiFeng's hands clenched into fists, his heart tumultuous.
He had been with Mù Qiānxún for two years, during which they had never really gone beyond holding hands. The one and only kiss he had planted was when he stole a quick peck while she was not paying attention. It was but a brief, gentle touch.
For that, he had received a loud slap from Mù Qiānxún!
However, just a while ago, he clearly saw Mù Qiānxún initiating contact with Ou Zun. Ou Zun's hand went inside her clothes and she didn't even resist!
So, was she willing to degrade herself like this when she was with Ou Zun?
Ignoring Ou Zun, Luo SuiFeng's cold gaze set on Mù Qiānxún.
