Zaizai's big black eyes were bright and clear as he stared at Shen Shengqi, neither sad nor happy, and when he saw that Shen Shengqi's gentle, jade-like face had taken on a peach-blossom flush, he started to doubt it too: "Shen Shengqi, you're blushing."
Yueming fixed her gaze on him as well, like she'd discovered a new continent: "Do you really like Guaibao?"
If it really was just a joke, everyone would laugh it off and that'd be that. After all, they'd all grown up together since they were little, they were so familiar with each other; it was no big deal to tease one another.
But Shen Shengqi's face carried a faint tension, and it was flushed all over. Like this, he seemed as if he'd been put under a spell—something none of them had ever seen before.
