"Qiao An, are you being uncooperative on purpose?"
From behind, Mu Jingxi's voice was faint.
Qiao An felt a chill run down her spine, she grunted and writhed to try to remove his hand.
"Let go of me first, then we can talk." Twisting and turning, she finally faced him, prying his hand away.
The man's fingers, as if cast from iron, remained motionless.
Qiao An felt exhausted, "Can we talk in a more civilized manner?"
"For example?" Jingxi's eyebrows lifted slightly.
"For example, you let go of me first?"
The man's sensual thin lips released a ruthless phrase: "Dream on."
Qiao An: "..."
Playtime was definitely over!
"Mu Jingxi, are you sure you want to treat me like this?"
"...Cut the crap, phone."
"I'm warning you, you're walking on a dangerous edge!"
