The girl looked as vulnerable as a small animal, causing Mu Xiaojiu's body to tense up all over again.
Sitting on the bed, she was looking at him with a pitiful gaze, trembling all over. Was this an invitation?
An invitation for him to pounce on her, to brutally ravage her until she couldn't take it anymore?
If not for the fact that she looked genuinely weak, he would have wanted to pin her down and immediately take her.
That sort of tightness, up until now, he couldn't forget. In fact, he missed it more and more.
Perhaps realizing that his anger was scaring her, Mu Xiaojiu finally toned down his aggressive aura: "Answer me, whose woman are you?"
Baili Xia's hand twitched tightly. If she didn't know how to respond by now, she truly was an absolute idiot.
"I... I am Mr. Xiaojiu's woman." Although she was very reluctant to admit this, she had no choice but to say it in front of him.
Otherwise, she was afraid she wouldn't make it through the day.