Qin Muye lowered her head, her face flushed red, and did not reply.
She really didn't know how to reply.
If it was before, she wouldn't have been so close to Ming Yeqing.
Then she definitely wouldn't have been affected and would have replied smoothly.
She wouldn't have any strange emotions towards Ming Yeqing, and even more so wouldn't be feeling embarrassed.
But now, she found that she couldn't speak at all.
It was hard to breathe. She suspected that even if she spoke, her voice would tremble.
It might even be as soft as a mosquito.
Qin Muye thought, if that was the case, she might as well not speak.
Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.
In the darkness, Ming Yeqing couldn't see Qin Muye's reaction clearly.
She could only see the rough silhouette of Qin Muye.
However, he seemed to be able to imagine Qin Muye's reaction at this moment.
