"I just got a little bit temperamental, just a little bit."
Mu Liang smiled, a flicker of amusement crossing his lips, his gaze clear and bright, with a touch of gentle tolerance. Although he had a sharp tongue, he always had a heart that was accommodating towards her, accepting all her little moods.
Qiao Xia blushed, her heart racing under his gaze. He suddenly stopped talking, and she felt too embarrassed to get angry. Pouting, Qiao Xia thought he was so bad for using his charm, clearly taking bad pictures yet not allowing others to say anything about it.
Mu Liang, however, loved these warm little details.
The more natural and relaxed she was, the happier he felt.
