Her fingertips glide along his neck, directly over the pulsating vein.
For some reason, a wave of sadness crashes over Baili Xia the moment she touches his carotid artery.
Some have said that the throat is a person's most vulnerable spot.
Because here, a cut results in a lethal wound.
Yet Uncle, right now, allows her to touch his throat, even his carotid artery.
Does Uncle really trust her that much?
For someone who has spent years being targeted by assassins, how hard must it be to trust another person?
Overwhelmed by his silent display of trust, her nose tingles sorrowfully.
So much so, that tears threaten to spill.
"What's wrong?" Mu Xiaojiu can't see her face, but he senses the sourness of her breath.
What is she thinking about? Is she still mad at him?
Earlier he was in the wrong, they were at school, he shouldn't have tried to make a move on her.
But he genuinely lost control. Sometimes, that's not something one can tame at will.
