Zhao Yang noticed that although Zhang Xiuer hadn't spoken, her exquisitely beautiful cheeks were blushing slightly.
Blushing? Why would that be?
Was she still shy?
Zhao Yang frowned slightly, but the next words from Zhang Xiuer nearly made him faint...
Zhang Xiuer straightened her clothes and whispered, "You keep talking about some surprise, not letting me know until the time comes, keeping me in the dark for so many days, but now you're the one who forgot... It's all your fault! Now how am I supposed to face anyone..."
Face anyone? Why couldn't she face anyone? Wasn't this something even more worth being proud of for a woman?
Zhao Yang instinctively looked down, and Zhang Xiuer scolded him at once, "Hey, what are you doing..."
