Seeing her like this, his anger couldn't last even a minute.
Annoyed, he fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and lit it.
The north wind, mixed with the scent of tobacco, wafted to Xia Chuqing's nose. She didn't say a word, quietly holding Guaigai.
While smoking, he didn't look at her, instead turning his head to gaze out the window.
It was very quiet for a moment; neither of them spoke.
Halfway through the cigarette, Xiao Mo finally turned to glance at her, seeing her curled up, and couldn't help but frown, "Do you really hate me that much?"
"No... I don't hate you..."
Xiao Mo let out a cold laugh, "You neither hate nor like me, you're a good person, right?"
Xia Chuqing bit her lip, using her fingers to groom Guaigai's fur.
"Let's cool down for a few days. I'll calm down, and so will you," Xiao Mo suggested.
He was always rational, but in front of Xia Chuqing, he lost his composure.
