"This is one of my demands."
Qiao An raised her eyebrows and gave him a challenging smile.
Wasn't it he who had said to make demands?
Wasn't she just doing what he told her, stating all her demands?
Why did he look like he wasn't too pleased?
Suppressing her laughter, Qiao An's slender fingers waved in the air, "Hurry up."
Mu Jingxi's handsome face darkened, his jaw tense. If it weren't for the mission, he would have strangled this presumptuous woman sooner or later.
The man's tall figure slowly bent down, lifting her up.
Almost immediately, her slender arms wrapped around his neck.
Mu Jingxi's body stiffened, the woman's soft body and her faintly sweet scent forcefully invaded his nostrils...
He swallowed hard, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Miss Qiao, can you let go of your hands?"
"No," Qiao An refused bluntly, "What if you drop me?"
Mu Jingxi's lips pressed tightly together, "I won't."
"Still no, I don't trust you."
"..."
