"Do you mind my outfit so much?" Han Caicai suddenly leaned closer, a sinister smile on his wickedly attractive face, his voice lazy and alluring.
Mu Qingge frowned in disdain, leaning back slightly and warning in a deep voice, "Stay away from me."
However, Han Caicai feigned deafness and moved even closer, his voice like a seductive serpent whispering in Mu Qingge's ear, "Are you scared?"
Mu Qingge let out a cold laugh, "This kind of joke is not funny at all."
The smile on Han Caicai's face faded as he backed away from Mu Qingge. He flicked his sleeve and walked backward, picking up a jug of wine and tossing it toward Mu Qingge.
The bulging wine jug flew toward Mu Qingge; she reached out to catch it, her sleeve slipping down to reveal a section of fair skin. As Han Caicai turned towards her, he caught sight of that jade-like white arm, his slender eyes flickering with light, seemingly fixed on that sight.
