Recently, I feel so distracted, I don't want to write anymore!
But now that Ou Zun said it like that, I can't not write.
Whimper, Brother Ou Zun is totally playing off script!
If I had known he was being serious, I wouldn't have acted so coy.
I drove back to the villa, feeling completely drained. As soon as I flopped onto the sofa, I didn't want to move an inch.
Ou Zun looked at her lifeless pose with resignation and went to the kitchen to grab milk from the fridge.
The milk was fresh and delivered daily to the fridge, so there was no worry about it going bad.
He warmed it up for Mù Qiānxún, placed it on the coffee table next to her, and said, "I'm heading out for a bit. Make sure to finish this milk before I get back. Don't even think about pouring it away."
"Mmm, mmm, mmm…"
She hummed halfheartedly with her eyes closed, brushing him off.
Ou Zun turned around and left the villa, heading next door to Qin Shen's place.
