When she finally collected herself, Bai Chenyao had already finished his work and, lifting his gaze, saw Mu Tiantian staring at him in a daze.
There was a fleeting hint of amusement in his dark eyes, but it quickly vanished. He stood up and walked step by step to her in Mu Tiantian's suddenly surprised and embarrassed expression.
Glancing at the books in front of her, Bai Chenyao raised his eyebrow slightly, then sat down on the sofa next to her and naturally pulled her into his arms.
Mu Tiantian was already used to Bai Chenyao's habit of hugging her frequently, so she nestled comfortably in his embrace, abandoning the hand that had been propping up her chin, and instead began playing with Bai Chenyao's long fingers.
"I was wondering why you, A Yao, speak so little. I noticed earlier, you took three calls and only said four words in total!"
Bai Chenyao: "..."
Looking at the curious Mu Tiantian, with bewilderment in her eyes, Bai Chenyao spoke lightly.
"They are not you!"
