Mu Jingxi furrowed his brows sharply, and then opened his eyes.
After the initial confusion, his deep eyes started to focus.
When his heavy gaze fell on Qiao An's face, she actually withdrew her hand guiltily, glared at him, and hummed, "Wake up, I'm hungry!"
"Pinching me?" The man raised his hand, touched his face.
She didn't hold back.
Even now, his face was still faintly aching.
It was evident that she didn't consider their relationship when she did it.
Thinking of this, Mu Jingxi turned over and pinned her beneath him, gripping her chin with one hand, smirking devilishly, "Come on, tell me, what were you up to just now?"
Early in the morning, teasing her again; hadn't he had enough last night?
Sensing the threat from the male, Qiao An's arrogance instantly faded away. She stammered, "No, didn't do anything. I called you several times; you didn't hear me, so I pinched you. Didn't pinch hard, definitely not, trust me!"
