Anjue's pupils narrowed.
The danger index in the surroundings rose.
A deep darkness flashed in his eyes.
Then, a wicked, bloodthirsty smile appeared on his lips.
He took off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt, leaning over the unconscious person on the bed—
In her sleep, Mù Qiānxún felt a hot body approaching. Instinctively thinking it was Ou Zun, she smiled and instinctively reached out to hold him.
Ou Zun, I'm finally going to be yours.
The night was elusive and long.
The next day, when Mù Qiānxún woke up, her whole body felt sore. She subconsciously reached to touch her forehead and, in doing so, touched the person beside her.
She opened her eyes drowsily.
All she saw was a broad chest.
Then she remembered that dreamy scene from yesterday.
Her face flushed instinctively.
Yesterday, she had married Ou Zun.
Mù Qiānxún's face was filled with a sweet expression.
But suddenly, her face showed confusion.
This isn't right!
