Yan felt that Hua Ying's gaze upon her had changed lately; it was always shadowy and full of scrutiny.
Under normal circumstances, facing Hua Ying like this, Yan would certainly have handled her with calm composure without revealing the slightest flaw. But ever since Hua Ying had caught her alone with Hua Zhen Your Highness, Yan had been unable to stay composed.
She suddenly felt like she had been caught cheating. Strange, wasn't it?
Yan knew that while Hua Ying's so-called "changed gaze" did exist to some extent, it was mostly her own guilty conscience at work. Even knowing that, whenever her eyes met her best friend's, she still felt waves of guilt.
Why did she keep looking at me like that? When it came down to it, Hua Zhen Your Highness was to blame, okay? If he hadn't suddenly appeared and seen me naked, I wouldn't have started feeling differently whenever I faced him later, and it wouldn't have eventually turned into liking him.
Yan protested to her good sister in her heart.
Sometimes, she could not help defending herself. Was it wrong to like someone?
Liking someone was a feeling that came from the heart, a genuine emotional response. So there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.
After all, to women, weren't men a kind of poison too? Especially an outstanding male god like Hua Zhen Your Highness—he was simply irresistible. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt he had such charm.
Yan could say with certainty that this was definitely not some youthful crush or lovesick infatuation. Her age was right there; she could hardly be called youthful. Her experience was right there; there was no such thing as innocence. As for acting lovesick, that was even more impossible.
As she had just said,