"Uncle… Uncle, Grandpa and the others are downstairs…" As soon as he approached, Baili Xia immediately felt an immense pressure.
Yet that unique scent of his was so good to smell, so hard… to pull away from.
"Is it your Grandpa?" He simply walked past her, brushing shoulders before settling down on the small sofa.
His long legs crossed over one another, that pose… made Baili Xia look back at him and almost succumb again. She didn't understand what he meant by that, it was just a business trip, yet why did it feel like they had grown more distant upon his return?
Baili Xia paused, her fingers lightening their pressure, then after a moment, she continued massaging him.
"He's my friend." So, she couldn't agree to it.
Even though she knew that answering like this would surely make Uncle angry, she couldn't lie to him.
Under her fingertips, his temples throbbed suddenly— he was angrier than she had imagined.
