Ou Jue stared at Xiyan for several seconds.
He didn’t say a single word, grabbing Xiyan’s arm and dragging her outside.
Tony hurriedly spoke up, "Young Master Ou, where are you going? You’ve only finished a haircut!"
There’s still skincare to do, clothes to pick out...
"Restroom." Ou Jue coolly dropped these three words, his steps unceasing and his head not turning back as he strode forward.
Huh... what?
Restroom?
Taking Miss Xia to the restroom together? What kind of bizarre situation is this?!
The staff in the back looked a little dumbfounded but still hadn’t recovered from their shock and awe.
Everyone couldn’t help but start whispering again.
"That girl is genuinely prettier than a celebrity!"
"Speaking of celebrities, doesn’t Miss Xia seem kind of familiar, like we’ve seen her before?"
The group racked their brains, and soone suddenly snapped their fingers. "Sumr, from the band *Brilliant Sumr*! That super adorable little lolita from five years ago!"
"Huh? Sumr?" The others fished through their mories. "Oh, right, there was such a person. She was quite popular back then, but didn’t she get into a car accident and get disfigured? How could it be her..."
The staff was completely puzzled.
-
Once again, Xiyan was being dragged off by Ou Jue like a mop!
So annoying!
But what annoyed Xiyan even more was that she had changed so much, and yet Ou Jue didn’t react at all???
You, you, you—ugh, you emotionless bastard!
"Ou Jue, what are you doing~ If you want to go to the restroom, why are you dragging ? I don’t even need to go..." Xiyan trailed behind him, pouting and grumbling.
Rounding a corner, they reached the restroom.
Ou Jue said nothing as he yanked her inside.
*Bang!*
The restroom door slamd shut.
He braced one hand against the door and used the other to grab Xiyan’s chin. His obsidian-black eyes stared at her unabashedly.
Xiyan’s heart started to race under his intense gaze, and suddenly, she chickened out.
Let’s not forget, this guy is her principal creditor right now!
She gave him a sheepish grin. "A-Actually, this is the real . Maybe you’ve heard of Sumr? That’s , surprise! Isn’t it thrilling? Exciting??"
Ou Jue just looked at her.
"I didn’t an to hide my looks. I had no choice... I was frad! I’ve had enough of swallowing my pride. I want to take back what’s mine."
Ou Jue continued to look at her.
Xiyan beca even more flustered inside. "You... you’re not mad at , are you, Ou Jue?"
"Say it again." Ou Jue suddenly leaned closer, his deep, raspy voice commanding, "Say my na again."
"Ou Jue..."
The mont the words left her lips, he lowered his head and kissed her.
Xiyan’s eyelashes quivered, feeling his breath grow heavier and the kiss deepen.
Her cheeks flushed bright red. "Nngh, Ou Jue..."
The sound of her soft, sultry voice.
She had only said his na again.
Yet Ou Jue reacted!
What a devil!
He finally released Xiyan, his hot breath brushing against the nape of her neck. "Xia Xiyan."
"Mmm?"
"I’m going to lock you up in the house for the rest of your life. No one else is allowed to even take a single look at you."
"...!!" Xiyan looked up at him in shock.
A few strands of her hair accidentally fell against her lips.
Ou Jue’s obsidian-like eyes fixated on the strands stuck to her lips.
He raised a hand and brushed them aside with no rcy.
Hmph, this woman’s lips belonged to him alone!
Not even a single strand of hair was allowed to touch them!
(Author’s Note: Get a taste of Ou Jue’s terrifying possessiveness... Stay tuned for so epic face-slapping in the next Chapters~)
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