"Mr. Xia, are you really looking forward to my confession?" Mu Qingtong said with a light smile.
"That's not necessarily the case."
The corners of Xia Feng's lips curled up. After all, I already have the memory of your confession, Miss Mu.
"I'm just looking forward to Miss Mu's submission," he stroked his chin, "Miss Mu, do you think there will be a day when you'll be kneeling and clutching at my thigh, sobbing and begging me not to reject your love while saying how much you like Mr. Xia~~"
Seeing him start his self-satisfied and asking-for-a-beating act again, Mu Qingtong was used to it by now; this guy was just a natural sword person who couldn't stand not to act pettily for even a moment.
"Give it back." She said coolly, reaching to pull off the red rope from Xia Feng's wrist.
"Eh?" Xia Feng quickly withdrew his hand to protect his wrist, "Wait, wait, wait——Miss Mu, I also have something to give you."
"Hm?" Mu Qingtong paused.
