"You left, and I went back to the room... What did you say?" Jiang Jinsang enunciated every word clearly, seemingly not lying.
"Nothing much, just that Uncle Peng mentioned how you seemed frail, and I was afraid you'd be uncomfortable hearing it. He's quite direct when he speaks; don't take it to heart..."
"Do you also think I'm frail?" He pressed on.
Their foreheads were still touching, and if she moved even half an inch forward, their noses would brush against each other.
Tang Wan pursed her lips, "No."
"Then how do you find me?"
Tang Wan's fingers slightly tightened on the hem of her clothes. What was going on today, everyone asking her such difficult questions.
And Jiang Jinsang's question was very ambiguous; she didn't know whether he was asking about his health or what she thought of him as a person?
"Hmm? Wanwan? Why aren't you speaking..."
His voice, roughened by alcohol, was hoarse yet magnetic, truly enticing.
"You're very good," Tang Wan conceded from the heart.
