Chapter 869: They Are Actually That Kind of Relationship!

Mu Xiaojiu didn’t even glance at Baili Xia, looking towards the sky, he said indifferently, “Give me another two minutes.”

Baili Xia didn’t dare to touch him, let go of her sleeve, and quietly waited.

After having been together for so long, how could she not know what was happening to him at this very moment?

It must be that his body was undergoing some changes again, appearances that naturally couldn’t bear exposure.

Two minutes later, Mu Xiaojiu took a deep breath and truly turned his head back.

He embraced her and took steps towards Nangong Xu’s room.

Along the way, his haughty voice continued to ring out, “You begged me to do this.

I’m forgiving him, just for your sake.”

“I know, I begged you.

Are you happy now?”

“What do you mean, ‘Are you happy now’?

It was you who begged me,” he snorted coldly.

Baili Xia immediately put on a smiling face, nodding repeatedly, “Yes, it was me who begged you. Uncle is simply grudgingly forgiving Master…”

Their voices faded until they disappeared behind that door, and the person who had been standing afar in the shadows suddenly snapped back to reality.

Looking at the empty courtyard, her heartbeat quickened, her breathing becoming more and more chaotic.

What had they been doing just now?

Kissing!

A lingering kiss that lasted forever, so deep, so intimate, so ambiguously affectionate, so terrifying…

Ning Anran pressed hard against her chest, still shaken and unable to regain her composure.

Weren’t they uncle and niece by relation?

Didn’t Baili Xia call him Uncle every day?

But why could they kiss with such difficulty in parting, with such lingering attachment?

They were actually in that kind of relationship…

Yet Xiaxia had never told her, not even a single word.

She even told her that she didn’t like Mr.

Xiaojiu, that she only saw him as an elder.

No wonder every time she was asked whether she liked Mr.

Xiaojiu or not, Baili Xia always scowled, she got angry.

It turns out Baili Xia was afraid she would really fall for Mr.

Xiaojiu, afraid she would compete with her for him.

But she had never thought about competing with her, how could she compete?

Why did Xiaxia deceive her?

Why was she so heartless?

Mr.

Xiaojiu, did he truly like Xiaxia?

Were the two of them really together?

Her chest was in extreme pain, the area around her heart felt as if countless knives were incessantly slicing through it, so painful…

She clutched the clothes over her chest, but her breathing could not calm down no matter what.

Why?

Why were they together?

What was the reason for all of this?

What about her?

What should she do?

What was she supposed to do in the future?

…

When Baili Xia and Mu Xiaojiu entered the room, the slight noise from closing the door still awakened Nangong Xu from his light sleep.

Seeing Mu Xiaojiu enter, he immediately tried to get up.

Baili Xia rushed over and before he could rise, she gently pressed him back down.

“Don’t move around, it took me forever to dress your wound nicely.

If it tears open again, it’ll be very hard to stitch back up.”

Nangong Xu still wanted to get up, until Mu Xiaojiu’s intentionally indifferent voice came through, “Lie down.”

Only then did he, after a brief moment of stun, obediently lie back down.

Baili Xia secretly let out a sigh of relief, truly helpless.

No matter how many thousands, tens of thousands of times she urged him, it wasn’t as effective as Uncle’s simple two words.

Mu Xiaojiu walked over to Baili Xia’s side, his gaze lowered toward the patient lying on the bed.

His face pallid, it was unclear whether it was from the pain of moving earlier, but now a dense layer of fine sweat was beginning to emerge on his forehead.

This look… indeed was not very good.

How had he not noticed, that he truly was injured to such an extent?