Qin Youxue hesitated as she stood in front of Mo Hexuan's bedroom door.
Today, the man hadn't come downstairs, but when she was in the courtyard, she could clearly feel the texture of Mo Hexuan's gaze on her—cold, sharp, slicing through her fragile nerves like a blade.
He would definitely be angry, Qin Youxue knew. This man was petty, jealous, and possessed an unexpectedly strong desire to control her.
Yet, the time spent with Jian Yang was so wonderful. Just the thought of being separated from him in the future was unbearable. She would rather risk Mo Hexuan's fury to spend more time with Jian Yang.
Even if it was just for this one day.
But now that Jian Yang had left, her elation was once again swallowed by fear, and belatedly, she began to be afraid.
After hesitating for a long time, Qin Youxue finally mustered the courage to reach out and push open Mo Hexuan's bedroom door.
The sky had already darkened; the man stood by the bed with his back to her.
