Mu Xiaojiu's arms fell around Baili Xia's waist, and with a gentle tug, their bodies instantly melded together.
Baili Xia screamed in fright, her hand landing lightly on his shoulder as she tried to pull away in panic.
"What are you doing? Everyone has left and I've explained everything to you, do you still want to make a fuss?"
Mu Xiaojiu frowned, his expression was far from pleasant.
"No!" Baili Xia shook her head quickly.
Her gaze fell on his slightly open collar, she was truly nervous: "I... I'm afraid I will hurt your wound, Uncle..."
"Pressure on it is healthier," Mu Xiaojiu gave a faint smile.
His large hand traveled downward, resting on the small of her back, continuing to press her towards himself.
"Uncle..." Baili Xia was terrified as she distinctly felt the changes in his body.
Mr. Nangong had just left, he had just reminded him to know his limits, and yet he acted so impulsively!
What exactly was a man's body made of?