Xiang Wan inappropriately recalled the images left in her mind after getting drunk that day, followed by her heart starting to beat wildly, the warmth continuing to rise, and a faint blush flying onto her cheeks.
She almost blurted out, wanting to ask Zuo Xingyun if he really had... kissed her that day, but when the words reached her lips, she still couldn't ask. It always seemed impossible, and if she really asked, it would be more than just a little embarrassment that could be swiftly resolved.
Just then, Mrs. Zhang came over with some fresh fruit: "Would you like to stay for dinner tonight, young master?"
Zuo Xingyun spoke in a teasing tone, "Of course I must eat. Last time I stood her up because something came up, and she turned my room upside down. If I don't make it up, who knows what trouble she'll stir up."
Mrs. Zhang giggled, and Xiang Wan clutched the edge of the table tightly, feeling embarrassed. Why could Zuo Xingyun interpret everything she did as being petulant?
