The King of Jealousy in Beijing

"Let go of me first. I can explain…" Wen Xin gently patted Mu Chengxi's hand that was pinching her waist. The heat from his palm seemed to be about to melt her.

This made Wen Xin feel helpless for the first time. Back when she was ambushed by the enemy during her mission, she was not this nervous.

"Let me hear your explanation first!"

Mu Chengxi looked at Wen Xin's expression of resistance and pulled her towards him, not giving her any chance to escape. Instead, there was no gap between them.

As Mu Chengxi became increasingly outrageous, Wen Xin decided not to resist any longer. She knew that Mu Chengxi wouldn't do anything here. She leaned her whole body against him, resting her head on his shoulder, adopting a relaxed posture as if ready to give in at any moment.