"And you say you're not angry, what are you saying now?"
Mu Xiaojiu really didn't know what to do with her.
Despite being scared to death, she stubbornly argued with him, refusing to admit defeat.
Didn't she realize that he could choke her to death with one hand if he wished to?
This girl, she honestly wasn't afraid of dying.
From outside, the car door was knocked. It was Ye Hua: "Mr. Xiaojiu, according to the time, it's almost time for Miss Xiaxia's class."
Mu Xiaojiu tightly pursed his lips and glanced at Baili Xia again.
Suddenly, he reached forward, trailing his hand under the hem of her school uniform jacket.
Baili Xia was frightened, her hand rested on his wrist, trying to push him away.
Yet, Mu Xiaojiu did not back off at all. Her feeble resistance, which was even inadequate for tickling him, had no impact on him.
Soon, Baili Xia felt a tightening in her chest; his large hand was firmly grasping her.
Angry, she almost felt like slapping him across his face.