Qiao Qianmo bumped right into Ou Jue.
He was holding a bottle of mineral water in one hand, and half encircling her with the other arm.
It wasn't a full embrace, but realizing the proximity of the gesture seemed somewhat intimate, Ou Jue calmly stepped back to put some distance between them.
In these past few days, Miss Qiao, who used to be adored by everyone, has seemingly endured all the hardships that Xiyan once went through.
Even after so many days, faint traces of mosquito bites could still be seen on Qiao Qianmo's skin.
Ou Jue turned his gaze away, his voice slightly cool, "A grown person, and yet you can still fall down the stairs? Why not just die from stupidity?"
Xiyan, not far away, was slightly stunned.
Because Ou Jue's tone was very familiar.
Usually... he would use this tone with Xiyan.
Qiao Qianmo panicked instantly, hurriedly apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
