Seeing Yang Ning avoiding his question, Zheng Liang knew that something was up. He studied her face, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Are you feeling warm? Your face is flushed, and you seem to be sweating," he remarked.
Yang Ning was caught off guard by Zheng Liang's question and felt her heart thumping loudly against her chest. Damn it. Why is he so clever at times like this? She hadn't done anything wrong, yet she felt nervous as if she had been caught stealing in the act.
She avoided eye contact with him and glanced around the chamber, pressing on the book under the pillow. She stumbled to give an excuse, "Am I blushing?" She let out a chuckle and continued, "It's... it's because it's summer and I'm feeling hot. What else would you feel in summer if not hot?" She said as if it were the most common thing, laughing awkwardly.
