"I said, I was joking." The person turned around and looked at her, their pitch-black eyes glinting with a cruel light, "Weren't you also quite uncomfortable just now? Let's just leave it at that, I need to go out for a bit."
Saying that, he turned around to leave.
"Mo Hexuan!"
Behind him came Qin Youxue's hysterical scream, Mo Hexuan nonchalantly closed the door, shutting out Qin Youxue's despairing cries inside.
He turned around, leaned against the wall, and casually lit another cigarette, the smoke hovering in the air.
Inside, Qin Youxue was frantically pounding on the door, but she couldn't break it down, and naturally couldn't get out of the bedroom.
He leaned against the wall, listening as the cries inside gradually fell silent, as if he could feel the other's despair through the wall.
A trace of a cold smile flickered through his eyes, and Mo Hexuan turned and went downstairs.
"Third Young Master!"
The butler approached, trembling with fear.
