Baili Xia's gaze followed Mu Xiaoyao's eyes to her own chest.
There, three buttons on her top were undone, pulled open by Uncle just now.
Although it didn't expose anything important, the cleft was revealed...
"Ah!" Baili Xia gasped softly, immediately turned around, and frantically tried to button up.
She didn't know if it was because she was too nervous or something else, but that damn button just wouldn't fasten.
She remembered even the palms of her hands were sweating; in the middle of winter, her forehead was damp with sweat.
Standing behind her, Mu Xiaoyao didn't seem much better off.
Although she had now turned her back to him, the view of her chest he saw earlier was clear as day.
That half curve...
His body tensed, and a slight sweat appeared on his forehead.
His gaze fell on her, and he couldn't seem to look away.
He lacked a woman, that must be why.
So much so that just thinking about Uncle's large hand being removed from that place made him uncomfortable.
