"Whatever is fine with me." His deep gaze swept over Xu Qiaoqiao, and Mu Ci pulled up a chair to sit right beside her.
Whether it was her imagination or not, the moment he sat down, the woman's limbs seemed to tense up all at once.
Mu Ci tilted his head and glanced at her. Was she really that easily flustered? She was simply... too tender.
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