"Jane Jane, is Mo Fengshi the contact you were saving as 'purple stones' ?"
Song Lin's sudden curiousity dipped interrogation made a nervous cough escaping Xiao Jane's lips, as she looked away sheepishly.
"Cough! Ahem!! How do you-, who told you that??"
"Actually, regarding Mo Fengshi...., I met him last night at the party, when you were hanging unconscious upon his arms."
Now at this statement, Xiao Jane refused to meet Song Lin's gaze, as if the weight of the eye contact was too much to bear.
"Don't avoid me little Jane. Your purple eyed handsome hunk was kinda cool last night."
"That's amethyst colour-"
"You saved it as purple stones though."
A low, mortified cough rumbled in her throat again. She tried to fan her face with those pale slender hands, trying to play off the embarrassment sweats trickling down her face.
