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Chapter 50: Why Not Counterattack?

  Chapter 50: Why Not Counterattack?

  Mu Tianxue plopped down beside him with a huff: "You're such a dog!"

  Mu Tianyang's eyes narrowed: "What did you say?"

  "Hmph!" Mu Tianxue turned her head away.

  Mu Tianyang looked at her coldly for a moment, but didn't say anything. He turned his head and called out to Zhang Ma: "Bring some ice!"

  ……

  In the quiet living room, Wan Qing was leaning on Mu Tianyang's leg, and Mu Tianyang was applying an ice pack to her occipital bone. Mu Tianxue watched from the side, her eyes filled with jealousy.

  Hmmm...

  That's too much!

  He is his older brother!

  Brother has never been so concerned about her before, what kind of feelings is this?!

  That's too much... That's too much...

  She glared at Wanqing, her eyes scanning from Wanqing's white leather shoes up to her face. Hum, all branded, and brother really spared no expense! Suddenly, her gaze stopped on Wanqing's wrist, and she stared at Mu Tianyang in shock: "The Jiang Shidanton watch she's wearing can't be mine, can it?" He had said at the beginning of the year that he would buy one for her!

  "Hmm." Mu Tianyang responded indifferently, "It was originally yours, but since you didn't study hard and fell out of the top ten in class, I'll just give it to her instead..."

  "Ah——" Mu Xiaojie screamed like a madman. Her privately customized Jiang Shidanton, the only one in the world——

  "I'm going to kill her!" Mu Tianxue rushed over.

  Yan Qing was startled and quickly scrambled up, hiding to one side. Mu Tian Xue pressed down on her, pulling her hair: "I'll let you seduce my brother..."

  "Ah......" Wanqing cried out in pain, but didn't dare fight back, and could only shrink into a corner and sob.

  Mu Tianyang's eyes narrowed: "Halt!"

  "You're a fox spirit! Don't seduce my brother! You're not worthy!" Mu Tianxue was still pulling on Wanqing's hair.

  Mu Tianyang took a deep breath and threw the ice pack onto the coffee table. With a loud crash, Mu Tianxue was startled and let go of Wanqing, turning around to look at him in fear.

  "Stop it!" Mu Tianyang said, "If you get into the top five in the class for the final exam, I'll have a Patek Philippe made for you with pink diamonds!"

  Patek Philippe, a world-renowned watch that surpasses Jiang Shidanton. Mu Tianxue heard this and a hint of longing flashed in her eyes, she raised her chin: "I must get it! If I become the first place winner, I want a diamond-encrusted iPhone, an Apple one!"

  "Apples don't have that."

  Mu Tianxue leaned in close and grasped his arm, coquettishly saying: "Will you help me get it custom-made?"

  "Then try harder." Mu Tianyang patted her and stood up, walking upstairs, "Wanqing, you come up too."

  "Yes." Wan Qing hastily followed up.

  Mu Tianxue's face, which had just relaxed, became uneasy once again at the sight of him.

  Yan Qing followed Mu Tianyang into the room. As soon as the door closed, Mu Tianyang turned around and asked: "Why didn't you fight back?"

  She was taken aback, and coldly lowered her head: "I don't dare."

  "What?"

  "She is your sister, I don't dare hit her."

  Mu Tianyang smiled and lifted her chin: "If she weren't my sister, you would have made a move?"

  Wan Qing paused for a moment, then lifted her chin slightly: "Of course!"

  "Ah!" Mu Tianyang swept her into his arms and walked towards the large bed, "I like your temper..."

  Standing by the bed, he let her go, unbuttoned her blouse and lowered his head to kiss.

  "Is tonight okay...?"

  "Now I want it." Mu Tianyang pulled her small hand towards himself, "You almost awakened it just now..."

  She hid her feelings and stood still.

  Mu Tianyang's lips moved from her face to her neck, and he suddenly stiffened, standing up straight, his eyes piercingly staring at her: "What scent?"

  "What flavor?" Wan Qing had no idea what he was asking and could only look at him in confusion.

  He pinched her chin, his eyes blazing with anger: "What's that smell on you?!"

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