You were sitting beside him, one hand on the keyboard while his other hand rested on your thigh. He maintained his usual stoic expression, barely acknowledging your presence or engaging in conversation anymore.

Suddenly, you receive a phone call from Scaramouche. Just as you’re about to stand up to take the call outside, Xiao grips your thigh, forcing you to sit back down. He turns his head to look at you, a frown on his face.

Don’t. Move...

Is he jealous or something?