What is this expression on her face?
Fear, or... nervousness?
Qiao An's expression was stiff. She hadn't expected a casual question to go un-denied by him.
Like her?
Why would he like her?
Qiao An's eyes grew complicated as she stared at him, and they gradually became darker.
"Answer me." Mu Jingxi gripped her chin tightly, applying a bit of force.
It was enough force to cause her pain, prompting her to frown and speak out in protest, "Mu Jingxi, it hurts."
"You might as well die from the pain."
Upon hearing this, Qiao An instantly widened her eyes, "What did you say?"
Mu Jingxi loosened the grip on her, changing to a gentle pat on her face, "Be good, reflect on yourself in the bedroom."
After dropping those words, he let go of her and turned to leave.
Qiao An rubbed her jaw, complaining, "Beast! You were never this rough with Lai Qinghuan!"
Sadly, the man who had walked far away heard none of it.
