Mu Xiaojiu stared into her watery eyes, unsure if it was pity or anger he was feeling.
In any case, his emotions were very complex.
He didn't know how long it took before he let out a cold hum: "Just this once; from now on, you are not allowed to set foot in my room again!"
But after saying those words, he inexplicably felt a bit of regret.
In Sihai Residence, he was like a god; if he said she wasn't allowed, would this girl really never dare to come again?
But Baili Xia didn't care about his "allowed" or "not allowed" comments at all. With his permission, she immediately stood up straight.
She walked to his side, half-kneeling, and carefully began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time.
Mu Xiaojiu kept a stern face, forcing himself to concentrate on the screen.
But although his eyes were fixed on the screen, his heart was already in turmoil.
Baili Xia cautiously took off his blood-stained shirt piece by piece.
