As soon as Ouyang Xueqing sat properly inside the carriage, she started to complain. "He actually called me Madam! Why?! Did I look that old?!" She casually threw her veiled hat away, showing a small, delicate face with round mismatched eyes.
Mo Yujian gave the signal for the coachman to start and the wheels rolled down the road in the next moment. He gave Ouyang Xueqing a furtive glance, the way he sat was so leisurely and carefree as if the man who almost lost his temper out there wasn't him.
All this while, as Ouyang Xueqing stayed with him longer and longer, she gradually started to pick up every miniscule expression he showed, to the point where Mo Yujian became lazier to write because he knew the girl could guess what he was thinking of.