Li Xue's fair cheeks had a hue of redness. Her expression had everything that the definition of bashfulness has in the dictionary. There were no flares of scorching fire in her shiny amber eyes, rather it looked like some timid flame of a candle that was flickering every time her eyes blinked with some coyness.
Her eyes stared at the bed, which was cleanly arranged by the maids already, devoid of any wrinkles. She thought that they would have been there, but now finding herself straddling upon the man's lap like this, she could no longer be sure of the things.
Her brows jutted with some confusion as she turned to look at the man. She wanted to ask about his plans but not getting sure of the right words to say, she began in the way she felt right.
