Playing the cool guy?
Mu Xiaoyao slightly opened his eyes, his gaze fell lightly on her.
Baili Xia knew she had overstepped again. She should have let him sleep. Why would she unnecessarily poke her nose?
In fact, calling him 'cool' was actually a misunderstanding?
They haven't known each other for long, but it seems she had already started to understand him.
Her brother...was always as cold as ice, aloof and proud.
Mu Xiaoyao just lightly glanced at her and once again closed his eyes, ignoring her.
Baili Xia breathed a sigh of relief and continued removing the splinters from the back of his hands.
From time to time, she would raise her head to look at his facial expressions, fearing she would hurt him.
But, Mu Xiaoyao did not speak and continued his peaceful rest.
So indifferent, as if the wound wasn't on his hand.
Finally, having gone through his hand thoroughly, she didn't see any big splinters left.
