"What are you staring at? Come and keep me company."
Mu Xiaojiu was still staring at her, his voice steady, without the slightest fluctuation.
Only he knew that at this moment, he could hardly wait to pull her into his arms.
Baili Xia had not yet approached him, but only looked at him, her voice inexplicably soft.
"Uncle, you're not well now, you need to rest."
"So, you're like that guy Nangong Xu, thinking I'm so weak I can't do anything?"
He raised an eyebrow, a clear hint of annoyance in his eyes.
"No!" Baili Xia immediately shook her head, hastily explaining.
"I don't think you're weak, Uncle, I'm just worried that you... might overexert yourself."
"Nonsense." Mu Xiaojiu suddenly sat up straight when she refused to come over.
With a swift movement, he grabbed her wrist.
Just a gentle pull, and Baili Xia found herself flung into his embrace.
This action frightened Baili Xia so much that she almost cried out.