Lai Zhiyun hung her head and said nothing.
Zhou Liao stood by the bed, looking at her, also silent.
In the bedroom, the atmosphere was serene.
The door was tightly shut, the sound of the television couldn't make its way in, no other noises could be heard, and Lai Zhiyun fancied she could hear the beating of her own heart.
Lifting her lashes, Lai Zhiyun sneakily glanced at Zhou Liao, who was already looking at her, catching her little peek with precision. His arm stretched out, his palm landed on top of her head and freely tousled her hair.
Her hair became disheveled from the tousling.
"I'm not mad," Zhou Liao said as he sat down beside the bed.
"I knew you weren't really upset, you definitely wouldn't get mad."
Lai Zhiyun was after-the-fact confident.
She straightened her back, changed to a kneeling position, slid forward a little, then pounced on Zhou Liao from behind, hanging on to his back.
