Qiao An was suddenly choked by her own saliva and coughed lightly, "Responsible... responsible for what?"
"What do you think?"
Mu Jingxi didn't reply but counter-questioned with a faint arc to his lips, which appeared to be there and yet not.
Those profound eyes, as dark and fathomless as the vast ocean, bore down intensely, locking onto her, like an invisible hand clasping tightly around her throat, rendering her breathless.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Qiao An snorted, attempting to change the subject, "Where's Xia Lin?"
Mu Jingxi reached out, grasped her chin, and forced her to look at him, "Qiao An, stop changing the subject. Where Xia Lin is has nothing to do with you. Now, answer my question."
"Ans... answer what?" Qiao An actually felt intimidated, her gaze darting about, too scared to meet his.
Mu Jingxi's sensual lips curled slightly, "Playing dumb?"
Qiao An: "..."
I refuse to listen, it's just nonsense.
