Biu~biu~
Xia Feng once again covered his face, but in the next moment, his wrists were forcibly pulled aside and brutally pinned down by the silver-haired witch, her cold and elegant face looking down from above with undisguised amusement and mockery in her golden eyes.
Xia Feng's face stiffened, and the two of them remained silently locked in a four-eyed stare.
Biu~~~
"Tsk~" Mu Qingtong's lips curled into a smirk.
Though she said nothing, this soft chuckle seemed like an invisible hand, viciously clutching Xia Feng's heart, making it hard for him to breathe, leaving his mind blank—
He couldn't even begin to imagine how disgraceful his situation beneath her must be.
"Mr. Xia, why have you stopped smiling? Were you born not loving to laugh?"
With her indifferent question, Mu Qingtong's exquisitely beautiful face loomed above him, yet it was so glaring, the frightful anger began to gather and rise in Xia Feng's desperate and lifeless eyes.
"Mu Qingtong!!"
