An Yun's words were explicit, and Zhang Ziwen didn't know how to respond. It was daring of her to bring up such an intimate topic, and he felt somewhat awkward. He glanced down at An Yun in his arms and wished he hadn't. The sight before him stirred something deep within him. Her flushed, delicate face was too enticing. Her beauty was extraordinary, the sight of her blushing face something no man could resist and Zhang Ziwen couldn't either. His gaze became fixed on her.
"Stop staring at me like that..." An Yun chided softly. When she had tried to sneak a look at him, she found herself meeting his gaze head-on. She couldn't take it anymore. She regretted her previous question, afraid he would think that she knew everything. Alarmed and embarrassed, she bowed her head and buried herself within Zhang Ziwen's embrace.
