"No."
Jian Xi would rather die than admit it.
She is such a fragile and gentle woman!
"Little liar, dare you let me take a look at your legs?" Nan Mufeng's hand slid down from her waist to the back of her knees, "I've seen the video of the assassination of Liu Ya."
Jian Xi's heart trembled, he actually saw it? How did he manage that?
"Because I surveilled Liu Ya's phone." Nan Mufeng smiled slightly, she was nervous, so that person was her?
Thinking of the assassin's agile movements in the video, Nan Mufeng really couldn't connect Jian Xi to it.
"Look!"
Jian Xi simply stood on the floor, pulled up her trouser leg for him to have a closer look: "You see, I'm not hurt."
Fair skin, perfect leg shape... indeed, there was no scar.
Nan Mufeng's heart slightly relaxed as he pulled her back to sit on his lap: "Then who is sending me those texts?"
The messages all carry a romantic vibe, it couldn't be a misdirected love confession, could it?
