His large hand pinched the soft flesh of her cheek.
Mu Qingtong raised her eyes and slapped away Mr. Xia's hand, sitting up with a cold expression.
"You're nearly dead, yet you still have so much strength," Xia Feng remarked, massaging the back of his hand and clicking his tongue in wonder.
Mu Qingtong did not want to engage in lengthy conversation with this servant who would eventually submit to her.
She repositioned her half-frame gold-wire glasses and straightened her somewhat disheveled collar, but just as she stood up, her head swam, and her body swayed.
Mu Qingtong had to reach out to steady herself using Xia Feng's shoulders.
She looked down, her forehead resting against Mr. Xia's broad shoulder, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Xia Feng glanced down at the silver-haired woman. "What are you doing, still pretending? I won't be fooled by you again."
