As the conversation ended, Wen Tang felt her entire body pulse, her face flushing hotly from ear to cheek.
Pei Heyan caught this scene and smiled knowingly, "Feeling shy?"
In her flurry, Wen Tang stuttered, "Who, who's shy?"
"After everything we've done, there's nothing worth blushing about."
Pei Heyan, seemingly thoughtful, chose words that struck directly at Wen Tang's heart, "Then why do you never like the lights on, or just keep a mood light?"
Wen Tang's heart raced, nearly unsteadily so.
She opened her mouth, unsure how to begin, especially when meeting Pei Heyan's gaze, as if she were about to melt into a puddle.
"Hmm?" Pei Heyan was waiting for her reply.
The more embarrassed she became, the more he enjoyed pushing her for an answer.
He even quite enjoyed watching her, her face flushed with embarrassment, bewildered.
