She was a little dazed, Cheng Zhirang didn't know what she was thinking, he rubbed his knuckles against her reddened eye corner and said:
"Your eyes are swollen from crying. Is your mood any better?"
"Anyone who cries can't be in a good mood, right? My legs are numb~"
Cheng Zhirang chuckled, "Come on, let me carry you to the bathroom to freshen up."
Mu Qiu sniffled and pounced straight into his arms.
Having expressed herself seemed to make her feel better, especially because of the crying, Cheng Zhirang was gentler, speaking to her like soothing a child.
Mu Qiu liked the feeling of being pampered this way and, as a reward, she pulled him into the side bedroom.
This was where she used to stay; now the setup remained exactly the same as before.
During her stay here, Cheng Zhirang rarely stepped into this room, as he always thought of it as her private domain.
She rarely invited him in either, not liking him to see the little inspirations she jotted down on sticky notes.
