Gu Qinghe's eyes widened sharply. She could no longer hear any of the noises around her, leaving only that flush-inducing question ringing in her ears.
She instinctively clenched her hands into fists and leaned backward, putting some distance between them to give herself room to think.
Yet no matter how she braced herself mentally, her face still burned uncooperatively, glowing hot like a delicate, rosy peach.
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