Moody Bunch

Lei Xing glanced at the Emperor and quietly sighed. They were both sitting at the far ends of the carriage, with an uncomfortable space between them.

Lei Xing glanced at him again and then looked down. He was behaving weirdly, and it was making her feel very uncomfortable. The Emperor was sitting in his corner with his eyes closed and arms folded, keeping his hands to himself. Not that she wanted him to touch her or anything, but normally he would at least try to hold her hand at every opportunity. 

He helped her get on the carriage and then hastily dropped her hand as if it burned him or something. Lei Xing blinked at him, but he just looked away like nothing was abnormal. He got in after her and then immediately assumed this sleeping Buddha pose, ignoring her again. 

Lei Xing pouted in his direction, then sighed and looked out the window instead.