"Wishful thinking," Mu Liang said with exceptional calmness. "Next time you hear such remarks, just tell them you're the president's wife."
Qiao Xia, "..."
Becoming the target of all shots, my god, how much do you dislike me? Do you want me to be shot full of holes by them?
"Do you really have nothing to do with Xu Lin?"
"Speaking of which, there is indeed a bit of a connection," Mu Liang spoke slowly. "My dad wants me to get engaged to her next week."
Qiao Xia, "..."
Mu Liang looked at her face, which seemed as if it had been struck by lightning, and gently kneaded her cheeks with unusual tenderness. He thought the soft feeling under his fingers was particularly good, and he kneaded the other side too, turning her cheeks into red apples.
"Are you jealous?" Mu Liang asked with exceptional sincerity.
Qiao Xia, "Heh."
Mu Liang let go of her face, somewhat reluctant to part with the feeling in his hands, truly soft and fragrant.
