Can't You Be Gentler?

Hearing that, Mu Xiaoxiao was red to her ears as she nudged him with her elbow.

"Why should I wear it for you to see? I'm not gonna do it!"

She turned and escaped from his arms lest the bastard said something shameful again.

Mu Xiaoxiao turned to look at him. Her face was red as she complained to him, "Weren't these clothes in my wardrobe? How did it end up in your wardrobe? Give me a clear explanation! What's going on!"

If it hadn't happened, she wouldn't have thought that he had given those clothes to An Zhixin.

Then she wouldn't have felt so stifled for so long.

The more she thought, the more angry Mu Xiaoxiao became, and she gave Yin Shaojie a flurry of punch and kicks.

Of course, she didn't actually hit him. How could she actually land any hits on Yin Shaojie?

Yin Shaojie reached out his hand and caught her little fist. In a skillful motion, he pulled her toward him and hugged her from behind.