Observing her lower her head, Mu Yuchen then sighed to himself. His hand could not help but move to pat her head, gently pulling her into his embrace.
"How old are you now? I can't even say a few words to you. You've got to fix this temper." His voice came from above her head.
Xi Xiaye replied in a raspy, indignant voice, "I'm not angry at you."
"Fine, I won't argue with you. However you feel at ease, then be it. Quickly tidy up a little and finish handling your matters. I'll take you out to pass some time," Mu Yuchen said, and then he could not help but pat her head again before letting her go. He turned around and walked towards the shelves to continue arranging the books.
Xi Xiaye watched the way his figure got busy. She could still feel the faint warmth his hand had left on her shoulder. She stood in the same spot quietly for a long while before she eased up, and did not say anything more. She just picked up her pace and walked forward.