Perhaps, it's not accurate to say Mu Xiaojiu is nervous now.
It's just that, there's a bit of perspiration in his palm...
"Uncle, Brother and I truly didn't... truly... didn't lie to you."
Baili Xia collapsed in his arms, mumbling unclearly.
A thought flashed through Mu Xiaojiu's mind; he hadn't expected her to still worry about this matter even after getting drunk.
"What was he doing taking off your clothes if there's nothing between you two?"
Staring at her face, he asked seriously, "Tell me quickly, why did he take off your clothes?"
In fact, Mu Xiaojiu was still somewhat naïve with such things.
With so many questions pent-up inside him, he wanted to ask and know everything.
But, he felt that, to ask out of the blue, seemed to show too much concern.
He didn't want her to think that he cared about her; hence he chose to question her when she's drunk rather than let her see his concern for these issues sober.
