The courtyard was dead silent, as if even the faintest sound of a needle dropping had frozen in place.
Ran Qingchen was a mix of shock and disbelief, wondering if her ears had deceived her. She stared at Qiuye with incredulity, her voice trembling faintly as she asked, "You... what did you say?"
After uttering those words, Qiuye seemed to have all her strength, along with her courage, sucked out of her. Clinging to her dress for dear life, she put every last ounce of energy into gripping the fabric; her fingers were stretched pale.
The girl didn't dare look at Jiang Shouzhong. Her captivating cheeks were burning red, like a ripe pomegranate, and the clothes on her back were soaked with sweat.
Oh my God, what am I doing?
Qiuye, how can you be so shameless!
I can't show my face anymore!
At this moment, Qiuye deeply regretted her impulsive words, wishing she could turn back time and knock herself unconscious.
Qiuye was not an indecisive woman by nature.
