This was the first and last time he permitted her to cry for another man.
From now on, her smile, her tears, her everything would belong to him alone.
Ou Mo gently picked her up, indifferent to the stench of alcohol filling the room, and carried her to the adjacent room.
Mù Qiānxún noticed the deep, inscrutable expression on Ou Mo's face.
"Second Brother, don't overthink it. Xiao You is just feeling really sad."
Ou Mo looked at Mù Qiānxún and smiled faintly.
"Mm, I know. Thank you for staying with her all day today. I'll treat you to a meal another day."
"No, no need…"
Mù Qiānxún shook her hand frantically, like a small rattle drum.
Ou Zun grabbed her hand, his voice cold and commanding. "Enough, it's late. We should leave now."
"Oh."
She nodded and allowed Ou Zun to lead her away.
As they walked downstairs, Mù Qiānxún suddenly felt a chill creep over her, instinctively shrinking closer to Ou Zun's embrace.
