Then I heard,
"Squeak—"
The door was pushed open from outside, and a girl dressed in black appeared at the doorstep, her puzzled eyes sweeping across the room, only to see two people sitting opposite each other in front of a tea set.
And forcibly steadied her hand trembling slightly with the teacup, Xu Yuan also turned his head back with a calm gaze.
He didn't know why he was so nervous; he had never been this nervous even when he was caught in the act by his fiancé in the past.
Their eyes met for a moment, Xu Yuan put down the tea cup, propped himself up from the cushion, and asked with a smile:
"Ran Qingmo, what business do you have with Mu Xi?"
Ran Qingmo stepped forward slowly, staring at Bai Muxi, whose eyelids were drooping and hair slightly messy, and said in a low voice:
"I... want to discuss the Dao with Mr. Bai."
"Discuss the Dao?"
Xu Yuan spoke, forcibly attracting Ran Qingmo's gaze back:
"What Dao are you discussing?"