Be Gentle, My Master

Chapter 959: Just Reach Out and You Can Touch Him

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An Ran glanced at Baili Xia, then at the old master.

The old master gave her a look and deliberately put on a stern face.

“What’s wrong?

Is playing chess with grandpa also not okay?

Did you make other plans with the girl?”

“No, I just…” An Ran didn’t continue, but eventually, she sat down with him and reset the chessboard.

Baili Xia truly had no interest in this, nor did she understand it.

However, Uncle was keenly interested, leaning by the sofa, watching them play chess.

With Uncle not leaving, she didn’t dare to leave either.

Although, in her heart a voice kept telling her, it was time to go.

After all, their chess game had nothing to do with her, and if Uncle was interested, let him watch to his heart’s content.

He had been away on a business trip for so long, and she had wanted to have a good talk with him upon his return today.

But now he was angry, and when he got angry, he could become so volatile that there was no telling what he would do.

If it were any other time, that would be fine, at worst she would be tossed about in bed by him.

Although such things were truly embarrassing and made people feel ashamed.

But it was always like this, and she had gotten used to it.

However, this time it was different, she really couldn’t, she had to think of the child in her belly.

Her hand unconsciously covered her belly, but then she abruptly noticed that cold gaze fixed on her, becoming even more piercing.

Startled, she hastily looked up to meet Mu Xiaojiu’s dark and inscrutable eyes.

Wasn’t he watching the chess game?

Why was he looking at her?

Baili Xia quickly averted her gaze, her heart pounding wildly.

She wanted to focus her attention on the chessboard, but she really couldn’t.

Finally, she turned to glance at the old master, “Grandpa, I’ve been out all day and I’m a bit tired, I want to go take a shower and rest.”

The old master looked at her and then rubbed her hair, “Alright then, you go ahead, grandpa and An Ran will play a few more games.”

An Ran was so nervous that her clothing was nearly soaked through, not because she might lose to the old master, but because Mr.

Xiaojiu was leaning on the very sofa she was sitting on, within arm’s reach.

With just a stretch of her hand, she could touch him.

The closeness, the scent of him, she could smell it.

That intoxicating imperial aura not only gave her a great temptation but also an unparalleled pressure.

She really wanted, wanted so much to rush over and hold him tightly.

But she didn’t dare, because she knew she wasn’t entitled.

With the old master’s permission, Baili Xia immediately stood up.

Reluctant and without much courage, she still looked at Mu Xiaojiu and hurriedly said, “Uncle, I’ll go up first.”

Then she turned around, quickly crossed the hall, and went upstairs.

“I don’t know what’s with this girl tonight, she’s probably really tired, her expression is a bit off, I’ll have Xiaoyao go and coax her later.”

Despite his age, the old master could still pick up on some clues.

The atmosphere among these young people seemed a bit off; they couldn’t have argued with Xiaoyao, could they?

Especially since Xiaoyao just mentioned something about her deceiving him and going out on a date with Dongfang Jin.

He can’t control the world of these young people anymore, as long as the girl is happy that’s all that matters.

“Alright, I’ll talk to Xiaoyao,” Mu Xiaojiu replied, and immediately headed toward the spiral staircase.

As he left, An Ran’s entire demeanor dimmed in an instant.

With Mr.

Xiaojiu here, despite the nerves, she was at least close to him.

As long as she could feel his breath, even if she was nervous, even if the pressure was immense, her heart felt sweet.

But once he left, there was nothing in the entire hall that could interest her anymore.

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