"Second, I am not your possession; third, I..."
"I told you to stop talking!"
Mu Jingxi growled.
The man's ominous complexion and terrifying gaze rendered Qiao An speechless.
She stared at him in a daze for a long while before finally averting her eyes,
grasping a napkin to clumsily wipe the corners of her mouth, then stood up to leave.
Mu Jingxi quietly clasped her wrist, "Don't you think it's excessive to be affectionate with another man in front of someone who likes you?"
"..." She protested silently, twisting her wrist, trying to break free from his grip.
Mu Jingxi tightened his hold, pulling her into his embrace, locking his arms around her waist, and burying his head in her neck.
"Don't touch me."
"Qiao An, be a little fair to me."
Fair?
She was fair to him, but who would be fair to her?
Between them, there had been no fairness since the moment they met.
