Baili Xia was no longer an naive little girl; she understood certain things.
When Uncle teased her, there were definite changes in her body that she felt.
But Mu Lingchuan... he didn't like her at all. In fact, he despised her.
At this moment, he was simply trying to scare her.
Seeing her relaxed demeanor, Mu Lingchuan began to feel an inexplicable anger.
Even when he tried to intimidate her, she wasn't afraid. This girl wasn't really a girl anymore, was she?
How many men had she been with? How many had toyed with this body of hers?
A girl of only eighteen years old, could she already look down on men?
This time he was truly angry. His hand came down heavily, suddenly landing on her buttock, gripping hard.
Baili Xia, suddenly grabbed by him, was both exasperated and impatient.
She pounded his chest with her small fists, her face turned red with anger.