She didn't dare touch his lips, afraid to wake Ou Jue.
Instead, she gently placed a kiss on Ou Jue's forehead.
No, strictly speaking, it was a kiss on his jet-black short hair.
A few locks of hair fell against his brow, lightly brushing it, carrying a certain casual handsomeness.
At that moment, Ou Jue's phone on the coffee table suddenly began to ring.
Qiao Qianmo froze, her entire body stiffening in place.
Ou Jue abruptly opened his cold, sharp eyes, immediately catching sight of the face that was so close to his.
"What are you doing!"
Ah... he woke up!
Qiao Qianmo was startled, her body trembling, and as if all her support had vanished, she directly collapsed onto Ou Jue.
Though somewhat frightened, this embrace still made Qiao Qianmo's heart flutter, "Ou Jue bro, I..."
"What do you mean 'I'? Get up already!" His tone was displeased.
