The arrogant and insolent appearance made one's heart itch with irritation,
Angry yet with nowhere to vent!
Mu Qingtong's cold, tense face showed some subtle changes as her round thighs beneath the skirt flexed, taking advantage of Mr. Xia's self-satisfaction, suddenly rising again.
But in the next moment, four bouquets made of arms sprung from the ground, coiling upwards, gripping the ankles of the two women in black skirts.
Like chains locking them onto Xia Feng.
Xia Feng's right hand pressed on Mu Qingtong's waist, pulling her back fiercely, forcing Miss Mu who was sitting in a duck posture to press forward without any gap between them.
The black eyes and golden pupils so closely confronted each other, Mu Qingtong's back arched and tense, toes clenched tightly, her heart as if lodged in her throat. This unprecedented tension, was an experience she had never encountered since she gained consciousness.
