Baili Xia really couldn't stand those women fantasizing about Uncle!
They even pant in lust! It's utterly detestable!
Baili Xia led him to the edge of the escalator, only to find something off about him again upon inspection.
Right, his clothes.
His shirt and suit trousers were too stern and formal, which made them quite a contrast with his hat and sunglasses.
After some thought, Baili Xia suddenly rose to her tippy toes and her fingers landed on his collar.
The dark eyes behind Mu Xiaojiu's sunglasses flickered ever so slightly: "What are you doing?"
His large palm fell softly on her small hand, gripping it gently but firmly.
This little creature, attempting to undress him so willingly, was she trying to seduce him here?
He wouldn't mind a nearby hotel, really, if that's what she wanted.
"Don't get the wrong idea, I'm just fixing up your clothes."
Even though she couldn't see his eyes behind the sunglasses,