Hearing this, Xu Qiaoqiao almost stumbled.
Fortunately, a force pulled her into Xu Mushen's arms, pressing their bodies tightly together.
When they danced, they didn't hold each other close, there was always a gap between them.
But at this moment...
Xu Qiaoqiao clearly felt the coolness of the man's suit.
She looked up, only to see Xu Mushen's indifferent face, as if those words hadn't come from his mouth.
Or maybe, it was her illusion?
Just as she thought this, Xu Mushen spoke again, "Hmm?"
Xu Qiaoqiao: ...
He deliberately lowered his head as he spoke.
His breath brushed against her cheek as he talked.
It was ticklish and tingling.
Xu Qiaoqiao found herself tensing up.
That "Hmm" in his deep voice was like a C major on the violin, stirring her heart and making her ears hot.
Plus those words...
"My sister, isn't that you?"
Screw your sister...
Ah! Why was the atmosphere so ambiguous?
Xu Qiaoqiao flushed and was at a loss for words.
