As for why she only realized it now, it might be because of that night when he brought her lace pajamas, and his words the next day when she peeked at him changing clothes...
With the warning look from Mu Zisu, Xiaoxiao obediently sat in her seat without daring to move an inch closer to him.
The atmosphere in the car was eerily silent; in fact, it was always this quiet with the driver and a companion...
But tonight, because the two of them were in the midst of a conflict, it felt different from usual...
Xiaoxiao leaned against the car window, resting her head on one hand, motionlessly staring at Mu Zisu on the other side...
Since she had already thickened her skin enough tonight, she might as well take the opportunity to appreciate him properly—it wouldn't be a loss...
Normally, Mu Zisu hated it when people stared at him like that, but when Xiaoxiao did, he felt not a shred of annoyance; instead, a sense of smugness and pride unexpectedly emerged...
