Qiao Xia, "..."
"Senior brother, you should go back first," Qiao Xia said. Mu Liang's skin was burning hot, warmly holding her hand tightly, with a touch of warmth in his palm. He swept over her dominantly. Qiao Xia's long eyelashes fluttered gently, and her heart felt stuffy.
"Xiaxia, I'm leaving, keep in touch anytime."
"Okay."
Mu Liang was very unhappy, clutching Qiao Xia tightly, "Mine, mine, mine."
"Okay, okay, okay, yours, yours, ah, be good."
Mu Liang revealed a pure smile, a row of white teeth, a tooth-achingly sweet smile, his delicate facial features instantly became lively, transforming from an expressionless old little man to a smiling male god in one second, the kind of male god who is gentle and tender.
Indescribably bewitching.
However, Qiao Xia was stupefied by this revelation, having never seen such a side of Mu Liang before, it was truly novel.
