The tender atmosphere between Su Wanyan and Mo Xingxue lingered like a soft, invisible veil, wrapping the two of them in a quiet bubble of warmth.
Mo Xingxue continued dabbing gently at Su Wanyan's grazed knee with careful precision, her touch light yet attentive, while Su Wanyan sat with a relaxed, almost goofy smile, occasionally letting out a playful "ouch" that earned her an exasperated but fond eye-roll from the omega.
The air between them felt charged with unspoken affection, the kind that needed no grand gestures—just small, intimate moments like these.
Meanwhile, the other guests looked at them with ambiguous and knowing looks. Even PD Xu Cui began to feel the awkwardness settling over the group. He cleared his throat loudly in a fake cough, the sound deliberate and slightly theatrical. "Ahem."
Just in time, Mo Xingxue finished securing the bandage with a final gentle press, her fingers lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary.
