Shen Qiao was an upright gentleman. He’d always kept himself proper, his heart pure and free of desires. He’d never heard words like these, verging on the obscene. He immediately pressed his lips together and refused to speak, but against his will, a faint flush spread over his stark-white face. It wasn’t out of shyness. He was just a little frustrated. Yan Wushi had gotten his fill of messing around. When he saw Shen Qiao’s face change, he burst out laughing. It looked like he found Shen Qiao incredibly amusing.
