His heart felt like it was being sealed in a small space, and he felt an indescribable discomfort.
With one hand on the steering wheel, Yin Shaojie turned to look at her and asked, " I haven't had dinner yet. Aren't you worried about whether I'm hungry? "
In the past, she would have been worried about him.
Mu Xiaoxiao blinked and laughed. &Quot; you're an adult. If you're hungry, can't you go and eat? " Alright, let's go home. I'm a little tired."
Yin Shaojie frowned, turned around, and started the car.
Mu Xiaoxiao pressed her elbow against the car door, her eyes looking out at the scenery.
Her expression was calm, and no one could tell what she was feeling.
She was clearly sitting in the passenger's seat, but he felt like there was a huge distance between them.
Yin Shaojie's heart felt stifled. He took two deep breaths before he felt more comfortable.
The journey home was quiet.