Chapter 145: Uncle I'll Behave Myself 18_1

Mu Xiaojiu really didn’t want to continue fighting.

Today, she’s a bit tired.

“Are you still angry about what I did to you at dinner time?”

His tone softened, quite unusually so.

But this comment instantly infuriated Baili Xia.

Seeing his large hand, she felt a sudden surge of disgust and shoved him forcefully!

“Move your hand away.

Don’t touch me with your filthy hands ever again, or I’ll chop them off.”

“You’re certainly making a fuss.” He quickly pinned her down, reaching to unbutton her nightgown.

He should have known, women are such strange creatures.

The more you pamper and cater to them, the more unruly they become.

Since it’s this way, why bother talking to her at all?

He was never a man of many words, he preferred direct actions!

Seeing the familiar dark gleam in his eyes, Baili Xia was both angry and desperate.

Clenching her fists, she aimed a punch at his chest!

“Let me go, you bastard!

Let go of me, don’t touch me!”

Mu Xiaojiu was getting annoyed by her resistance, especially as she occasionally hit his wounds.

Even though he wasn’t scared of the pain, he was still a man made of flesh and blood.

He quickly restrained her hands above her head and snorted coldly.

“You did not appreciate my kindness, so don’t blame Uncle for using force.

It seems you prefer it rough.”

“No, don’t touch me, don’t touch me!

Get away, get away!”

This time, it was anger, not fear—she was livid!

He was with another woman just now, and now he wants to touch her!

What a scumbag, how could he be so despicable!

Mu Xiaojiu ignored her protests.

With one hand restraining hers, he reached to unbutton her gown.

Seeing her continue to resist, his eyes darkened as he gripped tighter.

With a hiss, he tore off most of her gown.

Such a brute move, again!

She was heartbroken and enraged when she thought of Mu Xiaoyao tearing her clothes earlier that night.

She also felt sorrow.

Unable to hold back, her nose tingled and tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing the teardrops sliding down her cheeks, Mu Xiaojiu instinctively stopped.

“Why are you crying!

You’ve been through this before!” Yet her sobbing and pitiful state softened his heart.

“Don’t touch me,” she whispered, “Don’t touch me, you filthy man, don’t touch me!”

“What exactly is the issue?”

Choosing to ignore her insult, he tried being patient with her.

“I don’t want to argue with you.

Tell Uncle what’s on your mind.

Uncle is leaving soon, so we won’t have much time together.”

The moment she heard he was leaving, Baili Xia was crushed.

After his departure, who in the Mu family could protect her?

But why did she want his protection?

He already had another woman.

How could he protect her?

She was naive to still hope for his help after everything!

The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she became.

Her heart sank upon seeing her torn gown.

She felt utterly hopeless.

Biting on her lip, she couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping.

She began crying uncontrollably and collapsed onto his bed, wailing her heart out.

Mu Xiaojiu was puzzled, even frightened, for he had never seen her weep so desolately before.

She was usually strong.

Even when he ruined her, she never sobbed like this.

What on earth happened tonight?