Toeing off his shoes, He Juan entered the living room and hesitated for a brief second before he went to ruffle Mu Yuze's hair. "It's already so late, why are you still eating ice cream? Be careful not to upset your stomach." His tone sounded like a reproachful parent lecturing his child, yet a deeper scrutiny would reveal a hint of fond helplessness within, as if he couldn't help but dote on the boy. Coupled with his low, slightly husky voice, it was as if a hook had caught on to Mu Yuze's heartstrings, making his face flush an inexplicable shade of red.
Fortunately, the living room was dark and it managed to conceal his blush to some extent.
