"Wall slam?" Mu Xiaojiu raised an eyebrow. This term, it seems familiar.
But... "What does it mean?"
"It means pressing against the wall..."
Baili Xia felt a bit strange, where did all these questions come from?
She looked up and unintentionally met his deep gaze.
There, two wicked flames were constantly leaping, even showing signs of burning more fiercely.
"So, you like being pressed against the wall." Mu Xiaojiu's thin lips curled up, and the smile spread across his lips.
Wall slam... so that's what it means. That means this little girl has imagined wall slamming with him countless times.
"Uncle..." Her voice quivered slightly.
She had been focused on prodding Zimo's belly and hadn't noticed that Uncle was still beside her.
Nor had she noticed that they had already entered the room and closed the door.
The door is closed...
Baili Xia blinked and realized instantly after half a second.
