The air was thick with oppressive silence...
Watching Zhou Mochen sit there, motionless and silent...
Xu Su pressed her lips together and, damn it, started to blame herself again. 'Did I go too far?'
The moment the thought appeared, Xu Su shook her head sharply.
'Stop gaslighting myself!'
'I didn't go too far. He's the one who's always restricting my freedom.'
Xu Su fought back the urge to coax him, and the two of them—one standing, one sitting—remained in a stalemate for a long moment...
The silence was broken by the ringing of the desk's intercom.
Zhou Mochen, still on the sofa, didn't move an inch...
Xu Su wasn't as patient. She reached out and nudged his shoulder. "Your phone's ringing."
Her hand had barely touched Zhou Mochen's shoulder before he seized it, pulling her onto his lap.
