"In my place, mosquitoes probably don't exist in the first place," Mu Xiaojiu's calm voice douses the air.
Reacting to his voice... Baili Xia immediately sucked in a cold breath.
Desiring to move away, his arms tighten around her, imprisoning her within his embrace.
"Does it itch? Let me see, is it on the left side?"
He buries his face in the hollow of her neck, his lips moving closer.
"No... It doesn't itch anymore, uncle, it really doesn't."
In her hands, she still held a silkie chicken, her hands are filthy, she dares not touch him.
Her body is locked tightly within his embrace, despite wanting to evade, she finds it impossible.
She can only turn her face away, preventing him from acting wantonly on her cheek.
Kissing her? More like biting her!
Uncle is always so mean, always fancying biting. Doesn't he know that it hurts?
"Uncle..."
"There is no itch here, then... what about other places?" He dips his head, his lips and teeth moving to her neck.