"I said you're not going." The man with the cold, handsome face glared at Xiyan, his possessiveness evident. "You're not allowed to go either."
He would arrange for his subordinates to visit that man in the hospital.
"But he really helped me. Isn't it only fair to thank him in person?" After saying that, Xiyan added, "If you won't go, it means you don't really care about me."
Ou Jue stared speechlessly at the girl in his arms.
What kind of twisted logic was this?
Xiyan looked hurt. "Fine, I get it… You don't need to go. Anyway, whether I feel hurt or not clearly doesn't matter to you—you don't care at all."
"Xia Xiyan!" Ou Jue gritted his teeth.
Was this damned woman a torturer in her past life? She always knew how to strike right at his weak spots—aiming with precision and ruthlessness.
How could he not care?
He cared more than anything.
Ou Jue lowered his head and captured Xiyan's lips, grinding and nibbling on them relentlessly. "Wait for me—I'll come get you tomorrow."
