Mu Xiaojiu didn't speak, just looked at Baili Xia indifferently.
He didn't know how to begin, should he tell her that he just wanted to do what they often used to do?
How long has it been since he properly held her, kissed her passionately?
Did she know that he really missed her?
Missed her soft body, her sweet taste, her whispering allure, her uncontrollable screams.
He missed everything about her, but now, even with her right in front of him, he had to use the pretense of alcohol to disguise his loss of composure before he could even hug her.
Baili Xia stood aside, watching from afar. After a while, her mood finally calmed down.
"Uncle, I'll pour you a cup of tea to sober up."
Some things, at this moment, she didn't know whether to say.
Uncle just now... might really have been a bit drunk.
Baili Xia didn't think much, turned around, and left the room.
Before long, she returned with a cup of hot tea, respectfully handing it to Mu Xiaojiu.
