"..." Thinking about last night, Shang Xixia's gaze suddenly sparkled, her heart beating wildly as if it were a little train speeding down the tracks. The petite woman hurriedly placed her soft, fair hand against her chest to calm herself, though it seemed to have little effect.
She could feel it even now—her small face was like being ironed, hot to the touch.
Shang Xixia's cheeks turned even redder, her heartbeat quickening, overflowing with a thick sweetness. Her radiant little face was now like burning clouds at sunset, her clear eyes shimmering like glazed jewels, swirling with the brilliance of stars, though she didn't know what to say.
In her subconscious, Shang Xixia just wanted to keep a little private sweetness for herself and the man she loved, so the words she spoke clearly carried a touch of avoidance.
"Shang Xixia, we agreed we'd tell each other everything, and here you are, trying to hide something."
