Song Qinghuan remembered that when she hesitatingly agreed to give it a try with Shi Yuhuan, she merely admitted to having a slight crush on him.
If she hasn't fallen in love with him, why allow him to fall in love with her?
But having said so, why even bother to try?
When she poked her head out of the blanket again, her expression had returned to normal.
Though her eyes were slightly red, she laughed and looked down, nonchalantly asking, "Who is it?"
She concealed her emotions so well that Shi Yuhuan, who was changing his clothes, didn't notice anything amiss.
"..." Shi Yuhuan didn't answer her question, but simply suggested in a composed manner, "Change and get ready for breakfast!"
As he spoke, her eyes remain trained on his mouth.
Knowing that her own eyes were red, she dared not meet his gaze.
His lips were beautiful, though thin. It is said that men with such lips tend to be fickle and unloyal.
