In the spacious study room, even with the windows and fans running, Cynthia still felt unusually hot. Last night had left her with a trail of marks, so today she had no choice but to wear a high-collared white shirt, wrapping her neck tightly.
For some reason, as she read, her mind kept drifting back to his tenderness the night before, making her cheeks burn with embarrassment and heightening the feeling of heat.
After observing her for a while, Bonnie casually remarked,
"Cynthia, your face is all red!"
"Oh, um, maybe it's just the heat," she replied hastily, awkwardly waving her book as a makeshift fan.
"If it's so hot, why aren't you wearing a tank top?" Bonnie asked, keeping her tone casual.
