Struggling to the death.
But Xia Feng... just loved to watch Miss Mu struggling like this.
Though somewhat perverted, who could blame him... when Miss Mu's struggle looked so adorable? Xia Feng's wicked pleasure soared infinitely.
Mu Qingtong didn't know what Xia Feng was thinking, but seeing the slight curve of his lips, she could easily guess that he was having his delusions of victory.
If Mr. Xia had a tail, it would surely be wagging high in the air by now.
Prideful!
"Is this not enough, Miss Mu?" Xia Feng indeed felt victorious, ready to crush the Evil Witch underfoot, "You admitted to liking me! And you said it three times!"
"Like."
The silver-haired woman leaned forward, bringing her beautiful eyes closer, "The definition of this word is broad; it could mean friendship, familial love, master-servant affection... anything."
As she spoke, she slowly raised her head, her lithe back poised, speaking coolly from above,
