Baili Xia began to understand, a little, why Uncle had done what he had.
Being with Brother was far less deadly than being with him.
But had he ever asked for her opinion when he made those decisions?
She wasn't angry with him; if there was any anger, it had long dissipated.
Getting angry about such things now seemed pointless; she just didn't like it.
"Brother..."
"Do you want me to kiss you here?" Mu Xiaoyao suddenly stopped and looked down at her intently.
With his current expression and gaze, no one would doubt he was serious.
If she had said "yes," perhaps he would have bent down and kissed her senselessly.
"No! I don't!" Baili Xia was truly frightened.
Instead of letting go, she even wrapped her arms tightly around his sturdy waist and buried her face in his chest.
By hiding her face, he wouldn't be able to see it and wouldn't kiss her.
Brother's look was terrifying; it was so intense it could scare someone to death.
