Xiaoxiao's facial expression suddenly stiffened, remembering that person made her heart sting, although it was faint, it reached the depths of her heart...
She leaned back on the comfortable cushion.
"Well... how should I put it..." she drew out her words, gazing at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
"What? Did he fall in love with you?" Mu Zixuan watched Xiaoxiao with a hint of excitement.
Xiaoxiao gave a bitter smile and softly said, "As always..." As long as he did not hate her, she was already very content.
"Bah! I thought something improper had happened between you two," Mu Zixuan said with an exasperated look to the sky.
Xiaoxiao's complexion instantly turned unnatural. Something that should not have happened? Should the incident that night be considered improper?