Baili Xia never looked at his face. Not looking at him meant not seeing the threatening look in his eyes.
Even though she could feel a cold aura constantly emanating from him, not looking made her feel somewhat more settled, "Don't believe it? Let's try."
Mu Xiaojiu grasped her hand, tightening his hold.
It was not until he saw her frown that he, somewhat startled, loosened his grip.
"Uncle, be good, lie down, and it'll be over in a moment."
He snorted coldly.
She gently pushed him again, "Letting me see is better than letting them see, don't you agree?"
He snorted again.
Her heart raced, fearing that he would hurt his voice.
"Be good, don't be stubborn. I'll be gentle, I promise it won't hurt."
Eventually, Mu Xiaojiu was persuaded by her to lie down, his hand unknowingly clutching the bedsheet.
The moment she pulled down his pants, he closed his eyes.
