When Mù Qiānxún woke up, it was already evening. The night outside was deep, and the hospital was in the city center. Neon lights flashed outside the window.
A mysterious glow seeped through.
Ou Zun stood by the window, his silhouette slightly desolate, looking out. His expression reflected in the window was very strange.
Mù Qiānxún tilted her head. Was he in a daze?
Ou Zun rarely found himself in a daze; his time was always precisely arranged.
Mù Qiānxún felt a thrill in her heart, wanting to tease him. She gently lifted the quilt, making no sound, and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
"Just tell me, are you scared or not!"
Ou Zun's brow was furrowed. Feeling a soft body fall into his arms, he was slightly stunned, then heard her intentionally stern voice.
As if... she was intimidating him.
The voice carried an unmistakable tease and pride.
Of course, the pride matched Ou Zun.
