Although there was a trace of gratitude in her heart for his guidance, he was so wicked that she couldn't bring herself to utter a single word of thanks.
"No need for you to say thank you. What I prefer is for you to repay me with your body."
Mu Xiaojiu's smile carried a hint of wickedness, as if he could see straight into her thoughts.
Baili Xia continued biting her lip, refusing to speak.
She realized that talking to this man was essentially digging a pit for herself.
No matter what she said, he would always manage to leave her no room to respond.
"What's wrong? It's been so long since we last met, and now that we're finally face to face, is there nothing you want to say to me?"
His magnetic, melodic voice drifted down from above her head.
So alluring, so seductive—careless exposure to it would make it easy to fall under its spell.
But this time, she had made up her mind: no matter what he said or did, she would absolutely not allow herself to succumb.
