"Uncle!" Baili Xia frowned, a look of resentment on her face.
"I'm seriously asking you, why are you so noisy? If you like to shout so much, tonight I'll let you do it to your heart's content."
Mu Xiaojiu's gaze was indifferent, but his attention was locked on her chest.
Looking at the captivating curves, the color in his eyes immediately darkened.
Inside of them, two tiny flames seemed to be burning.
"No! It still hurts!" Although she knew not to what extent her saying it hurt would earn her his compassion.
But his words really scared Baili Xia.
Especially his eyes right now were so frightening. Clearly, he was thinking about those dirty things again.
Men ... they think about such things easily, really bad!
However, Mu Xiaojiu's arm unexpectedly fell to her waist, pulling her lightly into his embrace.
Baili Xia struggled instinctively, but Mu Xiaojiu tightened his arm, holding her even closer.
