Suddenly, an unusual irritation started brewing within Mu Xiaojiu.
The thought of another man touching her... The moment the image flickered in his mind, he was engulfed with rage.
Baili Xia had no idea what he was upset about, but she could distinctly sense his annoyance.
"Jiu," she gently cooed, slightly pushing him away.
To her surprise, Mu Xiaojiu disregarded her resistance, his temper perhaps amplifying his actions.
His large hand reached up and gripped her soft body lightly in his palm.
Baili Xia let out a low gasp, panicking so much that she felt on the verge of tears.
Everything was fine a moment ago, so why the sudden change? What had agitated him so much?
Lowering her gaze, she tried to ignore the attention he was giving her chest, taking a deep breath and trying to avoid looking at him.
"Jiu, the meeting's about to start, aren't you... aren't you supposed to prepare something?"
"What, you're trying to chase me out?"
