The man she likes?
Is he the wild man by Ning Xia's side, the one who occupies the white moonlight of her heart?
Even to this day, he still hasn't been able to find out his identity!
Bo Siyan's expression changed abruptly, a dense murderous intent tinted his black pupils. He strode forward in two or three steps, his thin lips pressing into a cold, hard line. He narrowed his eyes, his voice dangerously low, "Who exactly is he?"
Ning Xia's smile remained at the corner of her lips; she tilted her head slightly, propped up her chin, and spoke in an unhurried tone, "Well... he is a man who is both handsome and gentle and very likable."
With every extra word she said, Bo Siyan's rage escalated a notch; his hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into fists that creaked ominously.
This sight amused Ning Xia so much that she couldn't help but hold her stomach and burst into laughter.
"Ning Xia, you dare laugh?"
