Light, pale stains appeared on the carpet beneath the bookshelf, and as the shelf wobbled, several books fell down, gradually piling into a small mountain.
Wen Zhi could hardly hold the book in her hands, but Shang Hexing insisted that she keep a steady grip, reminding her again and again, "Remember the story this book tells."
When he said he would test her, he meant it.
Wen Zhi was going crazy, both embarrassed and frightened, gripping the book tightly, her moist apricot eyes slightly wide as she stammered, "...I, I, I can't see the, words on the book clearly."
He nibbled at her earlobe, "The words in the book are shaking?"
"Shang, Hexing!" Wen Zhi, in her mortification, hit him with the book.
He easily caught the book and then stuffed it back into her hands, "Hold it steady, keep reading."
