Bai Zhi awkwardly scratched her cheek. She hadn't expected Sang Mo to overhear her conversation with Yue Junxiao. She muttered under her breath, "It would be nice if you were as easy to comfort as he is."
Sang Mo feigned ignorance, leaning in closer. "What did you say?" he asked.
Startled by his familiar face suddenly looming before her, Bai Zhi gasped and held her breath.
Seeing her face turning red, Sang Mo frowned and flicked her on the forehead. "Breathe," he said.
Bai Zhi finally let out her breath. "Why'd you get so close all of a sudden? You startled me."
Sang Mo straightened up, crossing his arms and looking down at her. "If you weren't bad-mouthing me, why would you be so jumpy?"
At his words, Bai Zhi's eyes widened, and she blinked innocently. "Did I say something? I don't think so."
Sang Mo scoffed. "Don't change the subject. How are you planning to comfort me? Skip the sweet talk. I want something a little more tangible."
