Wen Zhi didn't turn around, quietly eating dumplings. She definitely wasn't going to respond to that.
Shang Hexing knew her stubbornness all too well, deliberately reminding her, "Last night your hands were quite restless. Don't you have anything to say about certain actions you took?"
Wen Zhi gobbled up the dumplings one by one, her cheeks puffing out, "I was sick at the time, and you said it yourself, I wasn't fully conscious."
Shang Hexing took a jar of unopened honey from the cupboard, unscrewed the lid, scooped some honey with a spoon into a cup, and replied to her, "That's not an excuse."
Wen Zhi switched the dumpling to the other cheek, mumbling softly, "You're being petty. If it bothers you that much, feel free to touch me back."
Shang Hexing paused in his movements, his brows slightly raised, and then continued, "Not a bad suggestion."
Wen Zhi: "...Huh?"
Shang Hexing: "I'll take it seriously."
"Cough..." Wen Zhi choked on the food in her mouth.
