Even though he moved swiftly, even though he was still wearing glasses, and even though his face remained as impassive as ever, Mo Weiyi still detected a momentary flash of evasion in his eyes.
"Xiaobai, are you actually jealous?" Mo Weiyi questioned, hardly able to believe it.
This man, who always seemed aloof and uninterested in the affairs of others, who only showed his true colors when she relentlessly clung to him, was now...
Feeling jealous?
Xiao Yebai picked up his teacup and elegantly took a sip.
"Xiaobai," Mo Weiyi grinned at him, "the water is cold."
They had returned to their old residence for these past few days and all the household staff were on holiday, she wasn't sure how long that water had been there.
Xiao Yebai gave her a look, "What's actually going on?"
Facing her warm, radiant face which was sweet as the sun, his expression remained inscrutable and unaffected, his voice was as well.
