Ling Feiyan's face instantly turned red; she had thought that so much time had passed.
Chu Yang must have long forgotten about that.
But to her surprise, Chu Yang still remembered.
Ling Feiyan's cheeks flushed with a blood-red hue, and her speech became hesitant, shy and stammering, "Ah... what... about the white silk... black silk thing... I don't remember it at all..."
"Oh my... it's already late... you better go home now... otherwise, your parents will get angry..."
Chu Yang smiled and said, "It's okay."
"My parents won't worry about me. Besides, it's just gotten dark now, there's still a long way to go before midnight."
Whoosh!
Ling Feiyan, her face burning with embarrassment, suddenly stood up and looked at Chu Yang, "Chu Yang... you... you... better leave now... Besides... last time I promised to wear black silk for you... it was only because we had an agreement..."
"I did it out of sheer necessity."
"This time, there's no such agreement between us!"
