Chapter 1185

Intimacy…with each other.

Mu Xiaoyao’s expression changed slightly.

Mu Lingchuan thought he had doubts and immediately added: “I’ve read some articles before that seemed to say the same thing.”

“If a woman is emotionally stirred, she’ll forget a lot of sad things. You might as well give it a try.”

Walking up to him, he patted Mu Xiaoyao on the shoulder and offered a shallow smile.

“Considering the nature of your relationship now, spending more time with her is always good.”

After saying that, he threw him a suggestive look and strode away.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to his own room, opened the door, and stepped in.

Mu Xiaoyao watched his figure until he disappeared from his sight; only then did he retract his gaze.

Even his elder brother had been misunderstanding all along; it seemed that everyone in the Mu family believed that he and Baili Xia were a couple.

He saw that look Uncle gave him quite clearly.

But he still didn’t understand, now that Baili Xia was no longer Baili Yang’s granddaughter, why they let the engagement between him and Baili Xia proceed?

She was no longer Baili Yang’s granddaughter, nor was she Miss Sun of the Mu family.

Thus, Uncle’s relationship with Baili Xia naturally fell into place, as a matter of course.

Uncle had such a good opportunity but did not make good use of it; instead, he pushed his and Baili Xia’s relationship even closer…

Even he didn’t know what Uncle was thinking at that moment.

Perhaps even Baili Xia couldn’t understand, which is why she felt stifled, locking herself in her room.

This matter, with Uncle being the instigator, it ought to be him to unravel this knotted situation.

Emotions like these, outsiders can’t help with.

Although he is inexperienced in love, he at least understands this principle.

Therefore, he peacefully returned to his room, thinking that Uncle would come by soon, just like Baili Xia.

But unexpectedly, until the evening, even nightfall, Mu Xiaojiu’s silhouette never appeared again.

It was said that Miss Xiaxia did not go down to have dinner.

Probably to avoid embarrassment, Mu Xiaoyao had the maid deliver the meal directly to her room.

An hour later, the maid came out from the room with the untouched meal, just as Mu Xiaoyao was leaving his room.

“She didn’t eat at all?” He frowned, his expression not too friendly.

Although the maid was dazzled by Mr.

Mu’s charm, she dared not fail to answer his question.

“Mr.

Mu, Miss Xiaxia said she has no appetite and doesn’t want to eat.”

“Go get a fresh portion.”

Mu Xiaoyao walked over, knocked twice on the door, then pushed it open and entered.

Casually closing the door behind him, he walked to the center of the room, looking at the girl sitting by the window.

Her long black hair naturally fell down, like a waterfall or silk, evidently very smooth.

She usually liked to tie up her long hair; at this moment, her hair falling down presented a different kind of beauty.

Even Mu Xiaoyao had to admit that this girl was becoming more and more attractive and beautiful the more he looked at her.

Now she was sitting by the window, with the evening breeze blowing through, lifting strands of her long hair.

She appeared even more fragile and lonely.

He felt a little reluctant to capture this beauty in his gaze, afraid that by looking too much, he would somehow desecrate her.

But then, what’s the use of sitting here brooding alone?

“Why not go and ask him directly?”

Standing behind her, he spoke calmly.

“Brooding here alone, the only things getting hurt are your body and your heart.”