Chapter 238: You are the unclean one, since when is it your turn to suspect me?

"Wait a second," Mu Yin suddenly caught up with two steps and grabbed the hem of his suit.

Bo Fengheng abruptly halted, turned around, and coldly glanced at the tender white hand, as delicate as a scallion, carefully clinging to his suit. It felt as though something had seized his heart, itchy and numb.

It made him subconsciously want to hold it in the palm of his hand, to knead it fiercely, and he even felt an urge to bite it.

Or to yank her into his arms and devour her whole, so she would no longer make him angry.

Then he wouldn't become someone he no longer recognized.

Mu Yin had no idea what he was thinking. Meeting his icy gaze, she quickly let go of his hand.

Bo Fengheng felt a sudden relief wash over his nerves, but the next moment, dissatisfaction took over, his tone icy and annoyed, "Haven't you understood yet?"