Mù Qiānxún gently dodged.
"It tickles."
Ou Zun laughed, licking her lips, his eyes burning and alluring, "You're really sensitive."
Mù Qiānxún was teased by him, instinctively biting his shoulder.
Then she lay in his arms.
"How is Wenxing's situation?"
"Not good." Ou Zun's expression darkened, "The surgery lasted over ten hours, but she was finally saved. However, her will to live is weak, and the doctor said if she doesn't wake up within forty-eight hours, she might never wake up."
Wenxing cut her wrist deeply this time.
And the police took some time to find her, so being able to resuscitate her was unfortunate amidst fortune.
Mù Qiānxún didn't know how she felt inside.
She's not the kind of person to feel guilty, and she really hadn't done anything to Wenxing.
She didn't interact much with Wenxing, didn't see her often, but Wenxing's act of having surgery to look like her was done with the utmost malice.
