Zhuo Junyue didn't have any sympathy for Gu Moyang. A woman had been by his side for so long, and she was someone he had known since childhood.
If he couldn't even recognize her, what would you call that if not asking for it?
He had harmed Jiang Xiaonan like this. If this had happened to Zhuo Junyi, he definitely wouldn't have let Gu Moyang off easily.
However, Lord Zhuo had always been uninterested in other women's affairs.
The only person who truly interested him was the little woman before his eyes, who clearly hadn't sprayed any perfume.
Yet, for some reason, he always thought she smelled wonderful—more exquisite than the most expensive perfume in the world. He really wanted to devour her in one bite.