Xu Musen was truly stunned at this moment.
He had not expected that this haughty and sensitive young lady would actually say it out loud, and in such a manner.
Xu Musen looked at her reddening eyes; she now resembled Yao Mingyue from before, both marked by the same tension and pathological fear of losing their beloved.
Xu Musen silently watched her, then glanced at the cake in his hand, the smell of alcohol from Zhu Yulan's breath told him all he needed to know.
There was definitely something added to this birthday cake, perhaps alcohol or something similar that could incite impulses.
In any case, Zhu Yulan, at this moment, had finally gathered the courage to express the words she had long suppressed in her heart.
But Xu Musen had yet to come back to his senses.
Zhu Yulan, who had not received an answer, trembled even more now; such is human nature, when all emotions are released and there is no immediate feedback, the heart quickly consumes itself.
