Chapter 844: When Has He Ever Bent His Waist or Lowered His Head

Uncle was just being a stubborn mule, it was truly difficult to hear a pleasant word from his lips.

But considering how desperately he searched for her last night, Baili Xia decided not to take him to task.

At this moment, her mood was actually very good, very good, indeed sweet, very sweet.

Life’s encounters can sometimes be so delicate.

Just last night she was heartbroken to the point of death, and now, she was so happy she felt like flying to the heavens.

It was all because of this man’s movements, his little efforts, yet he could so significantly affect her mood.

These things, she couldn’t deny even if she wanted to.

Mu Xiaojiu was well aware that this girl was looking down on him, but, after all, as long as he didn’t admit it, no one could say anything.

Let her look down if she wants, it’s better than admitting he cares about her or anything like that.

Those disgustingly mushy words, he’d rather die than say them willingly.

“How do you feel now? Do you have the strength to stand steady?”

Although he was unwilling to admit certain things, his actions were still as tender as if dripping with water when he let her down.

“I’m fine, I can stand steady,” she nodded.

When she looked down, her face, which had finally regained its normal color, instantly flushed red again.

Her clothes…

when did they…

end up like this?

Once Mu Xiaojiu saw she was steady, he immediately turned around to fetch the clothes on the rocks.

He had endured all night, plus the early morning, looking any longer would only make it harder for himself.

She’d just had a low-grade fever and couldn’t withstand any more trouble.

Picking up Baili Xia’s clothes, he strived to maintain a steady gaze when he handed them to her.

Baili Xia’s breathing was erratic, and certainly, she wasn’t like him, on the verge of losing control because of impulse.

It was out of shyness, because just now…

she accidentally caught sight of the formidable outline beneath him…

While Mu Xiaojiu was getting dressed, although Baili Xia was weak all over, she still tried hard to pull her clothes onto herself.

But her speed was far slower than Mu Xiaojiu’s.

By the time Mu Xiaojiu got dressed, she had only managed to put her top back on without fastening the buttons properly.

“Lean on me.” Seeing her weakness and post-sickness frailty, he immediately strode over, taking her small hand and placing it on his waist.

This time, he took it upon himself, button by button, fastening the rest for her.

Afterwards, he picked up a skirt from nearby, bent down, and crouched at her feet.

Baili Xia just blinked, leaning on the rock and looking down at him.

There seemed to be a mistlike substance floating in her eyes, her entire being turned sour because of his actions right now.

Perhaps, even he himself didn’t realize what he was doing.

The high and mighty Mr.

Xiaojiu, the famous Mr.

Xiaojiu, the Mr.

Xiaojiu revered by thousands, now…

was actually bending down and crouching in front of her to put her clothes on.

Such a humble act!

In front of her, he completely cast aside his own esteemed status.

Like a servant, dressing her…

Following him for so long, when had she ever seen him do such a thing, when had she seen him bend down for anyone, or crouch down?

Only for her…

“What’s the matter?

Are your legs too sore to lift?”

The man crouching in front of her raised his head, looked at her face with a serious expression, “Hold on.”

She obeyed, holding onto the rock.

Mu Xiaojiu’s large hand stretched out, taking her foot and actually began putting it on for her.

He really…

was crouching at her feet, helping her put on her skirt…