Only after hearing Han Zhan's apology did Song Ci retract her gaze.
She looked at Han Zhan's face and said, "Just now when you gave me the card, my face felt hot, as if I'd just been slapped by someone. I felt like burying myself in a hole."
Han Zhan wanted to explain again, but Song Ci inched even closer to him. She placed her index finger on Han Zhan's lips and stopped his unspoken words.
Han Zhan looked puzzled, not knowing what exactly Song Ci wanted to do.
Song Ci started sizing Han Zhan up.
