Baili Xia had no idea what was going on in Mu Xiaojiu's mind.
Not to mention her, even the old man sitting next to Mu Xiaojiu couldn't notice his lapse in concentration.
He seemed so seriously cool and aloof, who could have thought that in his mind, he had already pushed Baili Xia against the stair railing, lifting her skirt...
It wasn't until she faintly felt that burning gaze on her chest that Baili Xia realized something.
She cast a shy and angry glance at him, but Mu Xiaojiu had already looked away.
She wasn't certain if it was just her imagination playing tricks, but she had a constant feeling that Uncle has undressed her with his eyes.
That bastard, he appears cold and serious, but deep down he's quite a character!
What's more frustrating is that after several rounds of exhaustion last night, while she could barely stand, he looked lively and well, showing no signs of fatigue from the previous night.