Chen Fang hadn't noticed that Fan Xian's face had turned red.
She whispered, "What sound? You must have heard wrong."
Chen Fang narrowed his eyes and shook his head, saying, "I didn't hear wrong, there definitely is a sound, and it's nearby."
After speaking, he started searching around on the sofa.
Seeing this, Fan Xian was about to get up and find an excuse to leave.
Suddenly, Chen Fang shouted, "Wait a minute."
After speaking.
He placed his ear near Fan Xian, furrowed his brow, and asked, "Is that sound coming from you?"
Fan Xian knew she couldn't avoid it any longer.
She hummed in her throat.
"What is it?"
Chen Fang asked curiously.
At that moment, she tightly squeezed her legs together, fidgeted, her face flushed, and her breathing was faster than usual.
After all, she was a skilled player.
Chen Fang paused, his eyes darting toward the space between her legs, then suddenly he seemed to understand and waved his hand, saying, "Maybe I heard wrong."
