Chapter 590: Born Submissive By His Side_1

Mu Xiaojiu and Baili Xia were looking at each other silently.

The latter’s hand was gripping the other’s clothing, fully prepared to tear it off in one go.

Meanwhile, the former’s hands rested on the other’s wrist, ready to push him away.

But that one glance halted both of them.

There was a complex mix of emotions neither could articulate, baffled as to what they were even thinking at that moment.

An unnerving silence filled the entire dorm room.

Until the door was knocked from the outside.

“Mr. Xiaojiu, I have brought your clothes.”

Ye Hua’s respectful voice echoed from the outside.

Baili Xia was startled, immediately attempting to move off Mu Xiaojiu’s leg.

But in a matter of habit, Mu Xiaojiu’s long arm fell on her waist, not letting go.

It was always like this; he didn’t appreciate her running off.

Every time she would walk away, he’d get this illusion, as if she was escaping from him.

He had no idea how long this sort of relationship would last.

Or rather, how long it should last.

The only thing he knew was, each time, he found it…

difficult to let go.

“Uncle, Ye Hua has brought your clothes.”

Baili Xia quickly composed herself and looked at his dirty upper garment, although she dared not meet his gaze.

She hated the way he looked at her with those lonely, abandoned eyes.

Whenever she caught sight of that solitary look in his eyes, she felt uncomfortable.

It felt exactly like the morning he had left and she was getting into her brother’s car to depart from Mu Mansion.

Back then, she had seen him leaning against the gates of Sihai Residence, all alone.

His figure emitted an indescribable loneliness.

No matter how much she didn’t want to remember that scene, it would occasionally resurface in her mind.

The loneliness of a strong person is unbearable.

If she didn’t want to fall for him, she had to force herself not to look, not to think.

She had to believe that he could handle anything, and wouldn’t possibly be lonely.

He wasn’t lonely at all.

Getting down from Mu Xiaojiu, Baili Xia hurriedly straightened out her disheveled clothes.

Turned and walked towards the door, opened it.

“Miss Xiaxia, can you help Mr. Xiaojiu change?”

Ye Hua extended the bag towards her, not exactly respectful but not rude or contemptuous either.

The request was absurd – as if she were his servant girl.

But while in Uncle’s company, she was no different from a servant girl.

Accepting the bag from Ye Hua, who left immediately after.

She knew he wouldn’t have gone far and was probably waiting for them outside the dorm building.

Uncle must have had other matters to attend to since he came here today.

So, taking the clothes, she turned to look at him, trying to reason with him.

“Uncle, your clothes are filthy. Change them first.”

Mu Xiaojiu was still sitting there, absolutely still.

Clearly, he had no intentions of changing his own clothes.

Baili Xia held back the urge to roll her eyes and resignedly said, “I’ll change them for you.”

Only then did he stand up, walking towards the bathroom.

Baili Xia held onto the clothes, following behind him.

Looking at his dirty shirt, she felt a subtle sense of defeat.

As it goes, she could only resist him when he intends to bully her.

Otherwise, she barely had the courage to defy him.

Forget about defying him, even a little less attendance from her would provoke discontent from him.

Isn’t this servility characteristic of a servant girl?

Glancing at his robust silhouette, Baili Xia placed the clothes aside and went to fetch a towel.

“I don’t know if it’s on your body, but I’ll wash it for you.”