CLANG.
A piece of silverware slipped from someone's grasp, clattering harshly against a dinner plate.
The others looked up to see Qin Muye, his face grim, abruptly rise from his seat and storm away.
Jiang Qingli asked, puzzled, "...Who set him off this time?"
Baili Jing arched an eyebrow slightly, his tone soothing. "Don't worry. He's probably just in a bad mood. I'll go talk to him in a little while."
His consideration and magnanimity were a comfort to Jiang Qingli. "Okay, thank you for doing that."
"It's my honor to ease my female master's worries." Baili Jing smiled gently as he reached out to pat the top of the girl's head.
He came across as thoughtful and generous.
Only Yi Nuo, who stood at Jiang Qingli's side, saw it clearly. Baili Jing had turned his body to stand between himself and Jiang Qingli, subtly edging him away.
Yi Nuo: "..."
That morning, Jiang Qingli had a theory class, so Yi Nuo took her to the academy in a flyer.
