Mu Jingxi scoffed, "Miss Qiao, narcissism is an illness that needs treatment!"
The charming atmosphere of a second ago dissipated into nothingness.
Qiao An struggled violently to break free from her own grip, if you're so capable, don't hold onto a self-loved guy's hand then!
"What's wrong?"
Mu Jingxi stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at her.
Her skin was fair and delicate, and the area where he had gripped her had already reddened.
It looked quite terrifying.
"Did I hurt you?" Mu Jingxi reached out, took her hand, and gently rubbed it.
"Hey hey hey, who gave you permission to touch me?"
Qiao An was recalcitrant, trying to withdraw her hand, but Mu Jingxi swept his cold gaze over her, "Stop fussing."
Qiao An: "..."
Who is fussing with you?
Wasn't he disgusted by her narcissism? So why was he now grabbing and kneading her hand?
Shameless!
At this moment, Xia Lin's phone rang.
