Mu Xiaojiu didn't say a word, allowing Baili Xia to pull him along.
Just as they were about to enter another shop, Baili Xia suddenly stopped.
Strangely, it felt... not quite right.
Why did she hold Uncle's hand as soon as she saw him?
This feeling, so familiar, it's become like a habit.
As if all along, she's been doing just that.
But, this is Uncle, not Brother, isn't this... somewhat inappropriate?
She lowered her eyes to think, her little face turning slightly red as she immediately wanted to let go of Mu Xiaojiu's hand.
Yet, at the moment Baili Xia loosened her grip, Mu Xiaojiu's fingers tightened, holding her hand firmly.
This gesture made her heart tremble involuntarily, she raised her eyes to look at Mu Xiaojiu, questioning him with her gaze.
Mu Xiaojiu said casually, "Don't let go, too many people around, I'm afraid I'll lose you."
Baili Xia initially didn't feel embarrassed, probably because her skin was too thick.
