A nonchalant gaze fell straight onto Baili Xia, a hint of danger lurking in the ink-colored eyes.
Even without raising her head, Baili Xia knew who was watching her with such a dangerous gaze.
She quickly took the napkin from Mu Xiaoyao's hand and wiped her mouth.
She was about to explain to everyone that her Brother's statement was just a joke.
Unexpectedly, Mu Ziying let out a surprised scream.
"That's the napkin Brother used! Xiaxia, you and Brother ... Have you reached such a good relationship?"
Sharing the same napkin... Ah! They're really going to get married now!
Baili Xia was taken aback once more, looking at the napkin in her hand, then at Mu Xiaoyao next to her.
Her face immediately turned beet red.
How was she supposed to know whose napkin it was?
Her Brother had offered to wipe her mouth; she didn't want their actions to appear ambiguously intimate, so she simply took it and wiped herself.
She didn't do it on purpose!
Oh no... Uncle...