"I... how did I get the wrong idea?" asked Tang Ying, her cheeks tinged with a blush. Thinking about the transgression made her somewhat bashful, but the tension in Zhang Ziwen's voice unsettled her more.
It seemed to An Yun like they were hinting at something. She hurriedly sniffed, her voice filled with charming admonishment, "Oh dear...Madam, what... where are you letting your mind wander to? He... he didn't... didn't do anything to me. Madam, please... please don't ask, it's embarrassing..." An Yun's face was flushed, seemingly genuinely embarrassed. The shyness and tearfulness in her beautiful eyes turned her shy and timid expression from innocuous into something suggestive.
