Qin Yuhan had also risen early. She had barely slept all night, all in anticipation of asking Wu Tian a single question this morning.
Now, she approached him, standing so close that only the width of a pinky finger separated them.
As Qin Yuhan strode forward and stopped abruptly, her ample bosom quivered—an arresting sight, as if it might leap right out. Seeing this, Wu Tian couldn't help but recall the feeling of his hands upon them.
"Hey," Qin Yuhan huffed. "Tell me what you did wrong last night."
She hoped that Wu Tian's dense head would finally get a clue.
"What did I do wrong?" Wu Tian was stunned and shook his head. "I can't figure it out. Is it that time of the month for you?"
"Hah," Qin Yuhan sneered, then suddenly snapped, "In that case, you can stop looking at my body from now on."
Wu Tian was speechless. A woman's heart is as hard to find as a needle in the ocean, he thought.
