"Have you calmed down?"
Xiao Mo asked as he gently brushed Bai Luo's light blue hair, who had his head buried in his chest.
"En."
Bai Luo's muffled response came; however, his grip around Xiao Mo's waist didn't loosen.
Xiao Mo chuckled lightly and rested his chin on top of Bai Luo's head while continuing to brush his hair.
However, it was at that moment that Xiao Mo realized a shocking detail: he had somehow become taller than Bai Luo. He was just an inch or two taller previously, but now he was able to see the top of his head.
After a moment of thought, he attributed it to his strengthened bloodline.
Glancing down at Bai Luo, Xiao Mo asked.
"Are you not going to let me go?"
Bai Luo shook his head.
"Are you sure? I'm not wearing anything underneath this sheet."
"I don't care."
Xiao Mo had wanted to tease Bai Luo, but hearing this response, he realized the latter was acting strange.
'Was my condition really that bad?'
