The current awkwardness was...
Lu Xining lay on her side on the ground, her daughter held in front of her.
On the other side, Ji Muye's eyes trembled slightly under the eye mask, his lashes hidden beneath as dark and dense as crow feathers.
Little Dumpling, nestled in her mother's arms, had yet to hear any other sounds and couldn't help but open her eyes.
Lu Nuonuo glanced to the left and saw Ji Muye.
She looked to the right and saw her mother.
Lu Nuonuo: "???"
She turned her head to look left, then right again, and then reached out to pull off the eye mask Ji Muye was wearing.
The sudden light made Ji Muye squint.
Ji Chao crouched on the adjacent couch and covered himself with a blanket, while Ji Ze peered out from the side of the couch with wide eyes.
Having adjusted to the brightness, Ji Muye locked eyes with her from close range, being able to clearly see the fine soft fuzz on her skin.
This distance...