Xiaoxiao lifted her gaze, looking at how his thigh rested atop the other, his leisurely posture sprawled on the couch, a tightness gripped her heart...
Such a side of Mu Zisu was rarely seen by her, elegant, languid, indifferent, yet it made her feel as though his pair of eyes could see right through everyone who appeared before him.
Xiaoxiao slowly walked up to him, and just as she paused, the Mu Zisu lying on the couch suddenly sat up, stretching out his hand and fiercely pulling her into his embrace...
Taken aback, the world spun around her, and she found herself lying in his broad, solid arms...
She was shocked!
In a sudden movement, she looked up and crashed into Mu Zisu's pair of black eyes so close before her.
An endless black vortex instantly sucked her in, and within its depths, she thought she saw her own shadow...
Shock, helplessness, panic, confusion...
"Xiaoxiao... To be my woman, you must have the strength to withstand any gossip..."
