Ou Zun held Mù Qiānxún's hand as they walked upstairs, feeling a piercingly hot gaze burning into his back. He let out a cold snort. Someone dares to covet his woman? Suicide mission.
Mù Qiānxún felt it too.
She glanced briefly at Luo Sui Feng earlier and couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about him…
But that look in his eyes—it seemed pitifully sorrowful.
A shiver ran through Mù Qiānxún's heart, leaving her slightly unsettled.
It wasn't that she feared Luo Sui Feng; but honestly, trying to communicate with someone of such poor intellect felt pointless.
Exhausting!
The moment they entered the room, Ou Zun pinned her against the door, lifted her chin, and his fiery kiss descended upon her.
Within his kiss were anger, jealousy, disdain, and anxiety.
Mù Qiānxún had never been kissed by Ou Zun like this before. It felt as if he were forcefully declaring his dominion.
Well, to be fair, this wasn't a rare occurrence for him.
