Mu Xiaoxiao could tell from his tone that he was in a bad mood. Apparently, he really had slept poorly. His usual devilishly elegant face was grim.
Puzzled, she asked, "If that's the case, why didn't you sleep in the bedroom? The bed is huge. I can't take up the whole bed."
Yin Shaojie narrowed his eyes as he looked at her, but he did not return a reply.
Mu Xiaoxiao felt that he was acting oddly.
Was she right about him?
Was he feeling guilty from kissing her without her knowing that, and now, he was afraid of facing her?
Mu Xiaoxiao laughed inwardly. Who would have thought that Yin Shaojie would be such a coward? How wondrous!
With furrowed brows, he stared at her mouth that was obviously smiling, and he said resentfully, "What are you smiling at? I slept poorly. Are you happy about that?"
"I'm not," Mu Xiaoxiao replied, but her eyes were smiling.
Yin Shaojie was speechless.