It was a dimly lit night and the moon had just risen, casting a soft silver glow.
Faced with such a beautiful sight, Mu Xiaoxiao felt that she should throw away her worries temporarily and think about them the next day!
She turned her head a little and looked at Yin Shaojie with her peripheral vision. "You were so bad today, pretending that you didn't see An Zhixin when you came to my class. I think she's probably feeling very upset," she said.
However, when she recalled how stunned An Zhixin had looked, she felt quite amused.
"Why? Are you concerned about whether she's upset?" Yin Shaojie's brows cocked, pleased, and his tone sounded a little dandiacal now.
Mu Xiaoxiao hugged his arm. "Why should I care about her? I'm talking about you."
"What about me?" Yin Shaojie perched his head atop her shoulders and pressed his face against hers.
Feeling her smooth skin, he lingered there and rubbed his face against it.