Although he did not have his usual appearance now, his arrogant and morose expression automatically appeared in Nan Zhi's mind and she could not help letting out a giggle.
"I know Young Master Mu likes to be jealous."
Mu Sihan pressed her against the bathroom wall, his fingers lifting her chin up, his nose touching hers, a faint smile on his face. "Tell me, who likes to be jealous?"
"Youโฆ Mmh!"
Her unfinished words were being blocked by his lips.
The fingers holding on to her chin tightened and forced her to open her lips slightly. Seeing that his tongue was about to move into her mouth and entangle her tongue, she quickly pushed his face away.
He held her hand and bit her fingertip.
She hissed with pain and gasped.
She glared at the mean man with her eyes red. "It hurts a lot!"
