What time is it?
How could she have slept so long?
Just as Qiao An was about to toss off the quilt, her arm felt a surge of soreness and weakness, and she gasped sharply,
The humiliating scenes from last night surged in her mind like a tide.
Her face flushed with heat that rose from her heart.
This dead pervert!
Grinding her teeth in anger, she cursed, "Mu Jingxi, you bastard!"
As Mu Jingxi, who was accompanying Little Nuomi, sneezed abruptly.
He frowned slightly; Xia Lin leaned in, "Mr. Mu, is someone cursing you?"
"Nosy," he shot a cold glance at him.
Xia Lin sulkily touched his nose and stepped back to his place.
Mu Jingxi knitted his brows in thought; by this time, Qiao An should have woken up, and the only person who might curse him was probably her.
"Uncle, do you have a cold?"
Little Nuomi asked with concern, to which Mu Jingxi shook his head with a smile, "No, perhaps someone is cursing Uncle."
