Hearing the crisp sound of the door closing, Xiaoxiao felt as if she were dreaming, wondering why Mu Zisu seemed like an entirely different person to her.
He... he doesn't have a problem with his brain, does he?
It wasn't long before Mu Zisu came in, holding a bowl of porridge, and Xiaoxiao felt a sense of surprise and privilege. She couldn't be seeing things... could she?
"What's wrong?" Mu Zisu, seeing Xiaoxiao's astonished expression, couldn't help but ask.
"You... What's with you today?" Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help but voice the confusion in her heart.
He actually brought her porridge... Was he really all right?
"What about me?" Mu Zisu sat on the bed edge, raising an eyebrow at her.
"You... Why would you..." Xiaoxiao truly didn't know how to convey the shock she felt inside.
Mu Zisu could easily see what she was thinking. He lifted the bowl of porridge from the tray and stirred it with a spoon twice, looking at her playfully: "Xiaoxiao..."
