Faltering, An Xiaxia couldn't put together a coherent sentence. Her little face had turned red and hot instead!
Sheng Yize was now above her and within reach. The fluid lines of his profile made him look like an exquisite piece of art.
An Xiaxia's heart was pounding in her chest and she was so rigid that she couldn't even move a finger.
Sheng Yize casually caught the spider between his fingers and waved it in front of An Xiaxia's face. An Xiaxia looked horrified and moved away from it as far as she could. "Ah! What is that?! Get it away from me!"
Sheng Yize said unhurriedly, "First of all, a rascal would never share the same bed with you without doing things other than chatting. Secondly, An Xiaxia, when can you stop flattering yourself all the time?"
An Xiaxia was hurt and froze on the spot. She was going to lick her wounds quietly in the chilly autumn wind.
