"Nothing."

Lu Xiaoxiao's hand trembled slightly as she grabbed the quilt. She tried to make her voice sound as if nothing had happened, but from an angle invisible to the ink, Lu Xiaoxiao's face was paler than just now.

The reaction to her was entirely unexpected. If Lu Xiaoxiao would say it easily, it would not be so today.

Lu Xiaoxiao's white jaw was raised by his long index finger, and Lu Xiaoxiao was stared at by Chu Mo in a semi-compulsive manner.

Those dark eyes seem to be able to see Lu Xiaoxiao's deepest heart at a glance. Lu Xiaoxiao, with dark eyes, asks Lu Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, if nothing...