Mo Zixuan stumbled to the sofa, sitting down heavily. He poured a glass of water from the teapot on the coffee table and his hand trembled slightly as he brought the cup to his lips. In his vision, the face of Wen Ran was ever persistent.
He furrowed his brows restlessly, and after downing the water, he didn't put down the cup but held it tightly in his hand. His eyes were red, but it was unclear whether it was due to alcohol or jealousy. Through his clenched teeth, he said, "His illness must not be cured. If he was really better, there would definitely be traces on Wen Ran."
Given Mo Xiuchen's hatred towards him, he'd definitely leave some love bites on Wen Ran's neck just to provoke him.