"Hee... you're trying to deny it, you rascal, do I not know your true colors? I find An Yun quite adorable, let alone you, you little Casanova—you think you could resist her? Tell me, didn't you make a move on her in the United States? Otherwise, why was she so happy when she first came back to the country? Also, the smile on her face is very suggestive—doesn't it look like she's been loved and doted on by a man?"
He Li's women's intuition was very sharp; she was almost certain An Yun had been 'nourished,' if not by interrogation, by a guess she could make herself. Tonight, she was determined to confirm it from Zhang Ziwen's own mouth.
Pressed hard, Zhang Ziwen replied with a wry smile, "Well... maybe it was because she was being pursued by someone else..." He had to be careful; He Li's moods were fickle. Despite her charming laugh, she could turn terrifyingly stern. Not wanting to admit anything rashly, Zhang Ziwen dared not confess easily.
