Gu Changsheng heard the words and immediately whipped around, glaring at the man in front of her with her phoenix eyes.
Her hand suddenly empty, the silky hair slipped out of her palm in an instant, scattering down. Zhou Mu chuckled indulgently, shaking his head, "I told you not to move randomly. The hair I just put up has fallen again! Changsheng, you can't be thinking of going out with your hair down, right? We're guests at the Guo Residence right now, not in our own palace!"
"I don't care about that! What I care about is why you're in such a good mood?" Gu Changsheng glared, speaking in a huff.
Zhou Mu was taken aback, a flash of incomprehensible confusion appearing on his god-like features, "Why? Is there something wrong with that?"
Shouldn't he be in a good mood?
He had known this woman for a long time, but spending time alone, like this journey where they were inseparable, was rare. How could he not be in a good mood?
