"Ah?" Mù Qiānxún looked at the carrots in front of her and frowned, "The smell of carrots is too strong, I don't like it."
Ou Zun: "..."
Ou Zun's gaze fell upon her fair skin.
The neck area, along with her exposed arms, were slender and translucent.
Yesterday, he saw her eat a peanut cookie with his own eyes.
Ou Zun's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
Mù Qiānxún's peanut allergy was severe; even a touch would cause deep red rashes.
He still remembered how frightened he was the first time she had an allergic reaction; the doctor even said there was no saving her.
And the rash on her face and body took many days to subside.
If the person in front of him were Mù Qiānxún, she wouldn't show no reaction at all.
Ou Zun clenched his fists secretly, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.
Sullen.
It's rare for Ou Zun to show dark emotions or expressions; he always acted directly and decisively, never beating around the bush.
But now, it felt like needles were piercing his heart.
