Mu Jingxi picked up the sober-up soup, "Heat it up and bring it back."
"Yes, Third Young Master!"
The bedroom door closed, and Mu Jingxi leaned over to pull someone from under the quilt.
Qiao An slapped up, hitting his handsome face squarely.
"Bastard, you scared me!"
Mu Jingxi's thin lips pressed slightly, his hand slightly forceful, gripping her hand, "Can you see clearly who I am now?"
"Oh... you're hurting me."
Jiaojiao's soft voice, like acting spoiled, soft and plaintive with a touch of a crying tone.
Almost immediately, Mu Jingxi's heart softened.
Damn it!
There's really nothing he can do with her!
Act up!
Act up all you want!
So sure that he wouldn't get angry, huh?
Grabbing a corner of the quilt, with a forceful pull, Qiao An rolled a few times, thrown out of the quilt.
Feeling a bit dazed, in an instant, the quilt was gone, replaced by the strong embrace of a man.
