But the two low, emotionless calls of "Tian Tian" from Bai Chenyao made me crumble instantly, made me feel ashamed, made my eyes sting.
"A Yao, I'm sorry!"
My hands slowly lifted, and little by little, wrapped around Bai Chenyao's waist, as if soothing a helpless, wandering child, gently patting him on the back to calm his emotions.
After an unknown amount of time, I noticed Bai Chenyao's tense body relax, his hands that were tightly holding me loosened slightly—not so much that I couldn't breathe, but not enough to let me go. Gu Tiantian breathed a sigh of relief.
In the car, Muse and Li Mu watched this scene. Muse raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at Li Mu.
Then he slightly raised an eyebrow, showing a victorious smile.
Li Mu didn't even look at him, speaking coldly.
"The bus is coming. Are you sure you want us to block traffic and make the news?"
Muse: "..."
Talking to someone as icy as him, damn, sometimes it's really off-putting.
