Qiao An took a deep breath and growled fiercely, "I'll bite you."
Mu Jingxi was stunned for a moment, his handsome face revealing a trace of mesmerizing bewilderment.
His deep black eyes were like the vast ocean, unfathomable, and like obsidian, sparkling with a dazzling light.
A heart-stirring light.
"Qiao An, are you worried about me?"
"Who, who's worried about you? Don't flatter yourself!" Qiao An quickly denied, then pointed to the sofa, "Sit down!"
The man didn't move, watching her with those mysterious eyes.
Qiao An felt uncomfortable under his gaze, "At the very least, we live under the same roof; I'm just concerned about you out of humanity, don't overthink it."
"Hmm."
"What are you hmm-ing about?"
Mu Jingxi sat down, back to her, "I won't overthink it."
Qiao An: "..."
Bastard!
His back wound was troublesome to deal with.
Qiao An hadn't systematically learned this knowledge; faced with Mu Jingxi's bloody and mangled back, she couldn't bring herself to touch it.
