Qie Xieling's fingers traced the luxurious leather of Luo Muchen's sports car, his gaze fixed outside the window. Luo Muchen was blameless in all of this but Qie Xieling couldn't help but be upset with him.
He tried to open his mouth several times to speak but the atmosphere was so tense that the words were stuck in his throat.
He stole glances at Qie Xieling at every red light, the concern in his eyes deepening with each attempt to bridge the silence. After driving for ten minutes in this unbearable silence, "Baby," he started, his voice barely above a whisper, but Qie Xieling remained silent still staring outside the window.
Luo Muchen sighed. He had been too engrossed in the videos of what happened in the game in the past few days. He had barely slept this entire time but instead of sleeping after finishing watching, he came to look for his boyfriend.