Pei Muchan almost ran out of the arrangement room like she was fleeing, hastily shutting the door behind her and hurrying to the end of the hallway, standing in front of the office's glass door.
She saw outside the corridor window, the temperature baking the lush greenery, the topmost leaves curling slightly.
In September's muggy heat, a heart left in the sun becomes scalding.
After calming her emotions a bit, Pei Muchan then entered the office. As she walked, she mulled over his speaking state just now, the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like sleep talking.
Such behavior, it must have been sleep talking.
But... such sleep talk was too strange, wasn't it? Even if there might be a little bit of fondness for each other, it surely couldn't be described as love.
His sleep talking was really a bit too exaggerated.
