Suddenly, a cold snort came from beside her.
"The drug was overdone."
Mù Qiānxún's body tensed.
She released the embrace with a trembling hand.
Her mind was clear now, and something felt off.
The feeling of the embrace... didn't seem like Ou Zun.
It was chilling.
Being held by Ou Zun was comfortable, like hugging a heated pillow.
Something suddenly flashed in Mù Qiānxún's mind, she rubbed her forehead to adjust herself, and then slowly opened her eyes.
A bright light flooded in, revealing a spacious room.
Then, she looked at the person standing by the bed.
The cold and firm facial lines, each stroke exuding chilliness.
And that noble, indifferent face.
Anjue.
Mù Qiānxún felt her dizziness instantly vanish.
"Boss... boss?"
She suddenly reacted, "Boss, are you alright? I heard from Sixth Brother that you were hurt, what happened, where are you injured?"
"Heh..." Anjue chuckled lightly, pinching her chin condescendingly, raising a brow, "You're concerned about me?"
