Bab 434: Chapter 437 Uncle, be gentle 11_1

Mu Xiaojiu took a bottle of red wine from the liquor shelf, opened the cork, and poured himself a glass.

He held the high-stemmed wine glass in one hand while holding the bottle in the other, then sat down beside the couch.

Setting the wine bottle on the coffee table, he lifted his glass.

Tilting his head back, half of the crimson liquid in the glass instantly flowed into his stomach.

His wine-stained lips carried a trace of moist warmth. In the quiet of the night, this enclosed space became particularly sensual and seductive.

"You still haven't said what kind of help you need from me."

He glanced at Baili Xia, his long lashes—so long they would make women jealous—fluttered slightly. His inscrutable gaze she couldn't see through.

In this moment, he was like a leopard roaming in the darkness of the night.

Lazy, aristocratic, a disarming elegance that made people easily lose themselves in his charm.

He may look calm, and even gentle.