Baili Xia looked up. "Uncle..."
"Come down." He reached out his hand, his deep eyes fixed on her face.
Those eyes, clearly right in front of her, yet everything inside them felt ten thousand miles away.
So far away, she couldn't see clearly at all.
She didn't move, but Mu Xiaojiu seemed to completely lose patience and suddenly grabbed her wrist.
With just a slight tug, Baili Xia was "flung" out of the sightseeing car.
It was almost like flying. After drawing a graceful arc in midair, she landed steadily on the ground.
Mu Xiaojiu's gaze was dark, staring at her chest that was rising and falling with her labored breathing.
The longer he stared, the darker his eyes grew.
Baili Xia finally managed to catch her breath, and when she lifted her head, she saw Uncle staring at her chest, his eyes unblinking.
Her face flushed bright red, and she immediately tried to turn away.
A sudden tight grip on her wrist, and Mu Xiaojiu pulled her back again.
