Feeling the intense heat emanating from Mu Xiaojiu, Baili Xia quickly raised both hands, pressing against Mu Xiaojiu's chest.
"Uncle, let me take a look at your wound first."
Yet Baili Xia's strength was completely insufficient to push him away; instead of separating, they were even closer.
Moreover, she didn't dare use force at all, not knowing how serious his injury actually was.
Mu Xiaojiu just held her like that, forcing her to retreat further and further.
His voice became slightly husky: "Don't act tough anymore, understand?"
Mu Xiaojiu's stern face was very close to Baili Xia's; his nose lightly brushed her face, feeling its smoothness.
He had just showered, and the faint fragrance on him smelled quite pleasant.
But Baili Xia couldn't afford to enjoy this; she was terrified. Wasn't his uncle supposed to be injured?
Why didn't he seem injured at all now, with a mind full of such things?
"Uncle... ah!"
Suddenly, Baili Xia exclaimed.
