Seeing how composed Qiao An was, it seemed Mu Zimo was the only one struggling with the awkwardness and overwhelming emotions. He knew he had lost this round, but he couldn't help but sulk.
"Are you doing this on purpose?"
Since he was leaning on Qiao An's shoulder, Mu Zimo's voice was slightly muffled, like a large dog whining affectionately at its owner.
The feeling of his hot breath tickling her neck made Qiao An laugh out loud.
"How was I doing it on purpose? You're just overthinking things. Are you too scared to see me now?"
Qiao An was deliberately teasing him, and it made Mu Zimo want to bite her in frustration. He just knew she wouldn't care. To her, a kiss was apparently a trivial, everyday thing, while he was the only one agonizing over it.
