At that moment, Wen Shiqing had just turned around, the cup of steaming tea in her hand still curling with faint wisps of vapor.
Before she could react, Shen Heting had quietly drawn close without her noticing. As Wen Shiqing pivoted, the entire cup of tea collided straight against Shen Heting's solid chest.
"Ah!" Wen Shiqing gasped, the color draining from her face in an instant, her heart a tangled knot of remorse and panic. "Prince, I... I'm so sorry!"
Chapter 70