"I told you, I'd give you ten days. It's been a long time now."
The man's voice above, hoarse and enticing, made the woman feel captivated.
But at this moment, Baili Xia was so nervous she could die. The hot breath from Uncle sprayed clearly onto her face, leaving her mind in turmoil.
Her gaze locked onto Mu Xiaojiu's eyes, watching his sight continually roam over her body.
From top to bottom, finally stopping at the area half-covered by the towel.
"Uncle, I'm not ready yet, give me, give me more time."
She didn't want to say anything too extreme to provoke him, but is this delay really a viable tactic?
"I can't bear it, how much longer?"
Baili Xia was at a loss for words. How long, she didn't know.
The revenge was still pending, and she wasn't sure how the path ahead would unfold.
Moreover, agreeing to return to him earlier was really just a temporary measure, merely to detoxify him.
But, why doesn't he understand? Does he have to force her to spell it out?
