Mu Xiaojiu and Baili Xia were looking at each other silently.
The latter's hand was gripping the other's clothing, fully prepared to tear it off in one go.
Meanwhile, the former's hands rested on the other's wrist, ready to push him away.
But that one glance halted both of them.
There was a complex mix of emotions neither could articulate, baffled as to what they were even thinking at that moment.
An unnerving silence filled the entire dorm room.
Until the door was knocked from the outside.
"Mr. Xiaojiu, I have brought your clothes."
Ye Hua's respectful voice echoed from the outside.
Baili Xia was startled, immediately attempting to move off Mu Xiaojiu's leg.
But in a matter of habit, Mu Xiaojiu's long arm fell on her waist, not letting go.
It was always like this; he didn't appreciate her running off.
Every time she would walk away, he'd get this illusion, as if she was escaping from him.
He had no idea how long this sort of relationship would last.
