Ou Zun doesn't care for such matters.
Whether or not she confesses isn't the point.
The fact that she's by his side, to be cherished for a lifetime, is enough.
If Mù Qiānxún knew what he was thinking right now, she would definitely look down on him.
After all, who was it that desperately chased her confession all night long, only to be played by a drunken fool?
Ou Zun had her lay down on the bed, staring at her flushed face, unable to resist leaving a kiss on her cheek.
"Goodnight, darling."
"No, no!" she began to act coyly, tossing off the blanket that was covering him restlessly. She opened her wide eyes and stared at him. "It's your turn!"
Ou Zun was puzzled.
"What's my turn?"
Mù Qiānxún crawled up from the bed and gazed at him with a slightly resentful look.
"I've confessed. It's your turn to confess to me!"
Ou Zun almost choked on his own saliva.
"I refuse to confess to a drunkard."
Even if he did, she wouldn't remember it!
