"Hello, I...I brought the illustration collection."
Looking at the man sitting across from her, as soon as she saw his face that was so handsome it irritated both man and gods, the twisted muscles on his chest hinted at beneath the open bathrobe.
Baili Xia felt her mouth was dry,
So hot, inexplicably hot, so hot that it made her dizzy.
Without reason… she wanted to hurl herself at him, to tightly embrace this enchantingly handsome man.
She was never an infatuated person, yet at this moment... she really desired to hug him, to… to kiss him…
With a 'snap' sound, a lit cigarette suddenly appeared in Mu Xiaojiu's hand.
The spiraling smoke made his face even more charmingly rustic.
The man behind the smoke, a pair of sharp and profound eyes stared directly at Baili Xia.
This complicated gaze, which was utterly inscrutable, messed up Baili Xia's breathing.
"Sir…"
"How old are you?" Mu Xiaojiu suddenly broke the silence.
The tone was like the lowest note on the cello, low pitched, mellow, and indescribably seductive.
Baili Xia's breathing became more chaotic, and her body… even hotter.
Her face, the size of a palm, was flushed red and covered with a light layer of sweat.
She instinctively used her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, "Just…just turned eighteen."
He remained silent but took a puff of his cigarette. The faint glow highlighted his sculpted features, making them even more mysterious.
"Mister…" Baili Xia was somewhat afraid to look at him.
Not only because her body became hotter whenever she looked at him, but also due to the chill in his eyes.
An inherent coldness, that even without any expressions on his face made its frigidness pierce your heart.
This man not only exuded coldness but also a naturally dignified aura.
Without saying anything, he simply sat there, and it always felt like an eminent king.
His dominating demeanor was blinding to the observer.
Feeling anxious, Baili Xia's body grew hotter and hotter, almost to the point of being unbearable.
At this time, Mu Xiaojiu picked up the illustration collection from the coffee table.
He leaned against the sofa, crossed his long legs leisurely, and started browsing.
This casual demeanor sprouted a downpour of sweat on Baili Xia's forehead just from a single glance.
Her body unintentionally became weird, and she… really wanted to hurl herself into his arms.
Why was this happening? Was it because... of the glass of warm water she drank earlier?
However, he was reassuredly examining her illustrations.
There was no sign of devious intentions, nor did it seem like he purposefully drugged her.
Her body was really hot…
"Your mother needs surgery and you need money?"
The mysterious and noble man, his voice magnetically alluring, all of this made Baili Xia inexplicably agitated.
"…Yes." She twisted her cloth nervously, not daring to look at him.
But how did he know that her mother needed surgery?
"Are you really so desperate for money?" Mu Xiaojiu moved his gaze away from the illustration collection and fixed it on her face.
Her face was flushed unusually red, covered with fine sweat - it was clear something was wrong.
He suddenly curved his lips, and an earth-shattering smile emerged.
With this smile, all the other sights of the world lost their color in front of him.
So beautiful, indescribable and bewitching!
Before Baili Xia could react to his astonishingly radiant smile, she heard his cold and disdainful voice.
"Are you so desperate for money that you're willing to sell your body too?"