“我……我才没去哪儿呢。”南屿的声音有点压低，带着点被捏疼后的闷气。陆沉的眉头拧得更紧了，他甩了甩被抓住的手腕，刚才那一下确实用力过猛，但此刻他满脑子都是南屿那躲闪的眼神。

南屿 eyed him back, trying to meet his gaze. But she failed. “I was just in the kitchen,” she mumbled, avoiding his eyes. “Looking for something to eat.”

陆沉 knew she wasn't telling the truth. She always looked for excuses when she didn't want to face him. He had seen it too many times. But this time, something was different. Her usual evasiveness felt replaced with a deeper, more complicated emotion. It was hard for him to read.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice softening.

南屿 hesitated, her fingers tapping nervously against her lips. “No,” she said, a lie that felt like it would choke her. “Everything is fine.”

But it wasn't. The tension between them was thicker than ever. They had been living together for months, and yet, they still struggled to understand each other. He was straightforward and direct, while she was moody and elusive. It made communication between them a constant battle.