"Wuwu, I brought this on myself. It's so embarrassing."
Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, like clouds at sunset—brilliant, yet masking an indescribable sense of shame. She used almost all her strength to dive into the soft bedding, like a startled little quail. Under the covers, her breathing became rapid and chaotic, each breath a silent struggle against her own shyness.
Ji Xun stood by the bed, gazing at the trembling mound of blankets with a gaze both tender and sweet. The corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile; he felt a mix of helplessness toward Shang Qing’s childish behavior and an undefinable warmth in his heart. He slowly reached out, his fingertips gently touching the fingers she had left exposed, clutching the edge of the quilt. Those fingers were cold and trembling, like the last stubborn leaf on a winter branch.
Chapter 374