The journey to Haoran's house was silent. Pretending to be asleep, Zixuan had actually drifted off, only to wake up still inside the car. Earlier, he'd had the guts to throw tantrums because his parents were around. But now?
Now he could only keep pretending.
The car finally stopped in front of Haoran's house. Switching off the engine, Haoran's voice cut through the quiet.
"Are you coming down, or do you plan on living in the car?" His eyes glared at the figure in the backseat, whose twitching eyebrows betrayed him.
Such a faker.
Shit. He was caught. "Yes—better than living with you."
Haoran didn't even bother arguing. He unlocked the car door, stepped out, and walked straight inside without a glance back. The door shut behind him with a heavy finality.
Zixuan's eyes flew open dramatically, disbelief flashing across his face. This was the first time Haoran had treated him so coldly.
