The lively energy in the living room shifted in an instant as Zhao Yichen's pained cry cut through the air. "Ack!" he screamed, the sound sharp and dramatic, momentarily shattering the peaceful, joyful atmosphere that had wrapped around everyone like a soft blanket.
The golden afternoon light still streamed through the windows, but the sudden noise made the moment feel electric. Su Wanyan snapped out of her lingering embarrassment, lifting her face from Mo Xingxue's thigh with a worried frown. She stood up quickly, her gentle expression shifting to one of concern as she looked behind her.
"What happened?" Su Wanyan asked, her voice steady but laced with genuine worry as she moved toward the commotion. Mo Xingxue felt the pleasant warmth on her thigh disappear and let out a soft, disappointed sigh, her fingers twitching slightly as if missing the closeness.
