"Want to go to Bei Miao with Nangong Xu?" Mu Xiaojiu suddenly asked after what seemed like an eternity.
His voice carried a hoarseness that followed an emotional outburst—indescribable and captivating.
Utterly, devastatingly alluring.
Baili Xia's heart couldn't help but tremble violently.
Even she found herself a little contemptible.
Why couldn't she treat him like any ordinary man, or better yet, act as if he didn't exist?
It was just a husky voice, yet the irresistible sensuality in it had her thoroughly ensnared.
Baili Xia turned her face away, refusing to look at his back—a back that could effortlessly lead one astray.
She muttered under her breath, striving to keep her voice composed, "I do."
She thought Uncle would ask why she wanted to go, but Mu Xiaojiu remained silent.
He continued smoking, staring into the distance.
Baili Xia couldn't help it; her gaze drifted back to his silhouette.
