Nan Baihao clenched his fists, forcibly suppressing the urge bubbling up from within to cover Gu Shaocheng's mouth,
his eyes fiercely fixed on him, unblinking.
Bai Wuqing's face was as calm as still water, not even batting an eyelash, only he himself knew the tumultuous emotions
underneath that tranquil facade.
Yan Fengchi's face completely fell slack, his elbow resting on the chair, fist tapping his chin. He slightly turned his head, gazing out the window. After a while, he took out his phone to check if today was April Fool's.
The tense atmosphere persisted for a full half-hour.
Gu Shaocheng coughed lightly twice.
Suddenly, Hua Hua stood up abruptly, forcefully pushing the chair blocking his way, striding towards the outside. Gu Shaocheng watched his actions and called out to him, but Hua Hua completely ignored him, pulled open the bedroom door, and with a loud bang, firmly closed it from the outside.
