Cheng Ying watched her stop halfway through speaking and could not help looking over curiously. She saw her cousin's expression shift between light and dark, her skin seeming as flushed as a ripe peach.
"Cousin, are you feeling unwell?" Hearing her deliberately suppressed panting, Cheng Ying asked in surprise.
"N-No, it's nothing." Cheng Yaojia gritted her teeth and endured. To divert the other girl's attention, she could only return to the earlier question. "Why did you ask something like that just now? Did something happen?"
"N-No, nothing happened." Now it was Cheng Ying's turn to hesitate and speak vaguely.
"Just... just tell me. What is there to be embarrassed about with your cousin...?" Cheng Yaojia's lovely brows furrowed. She could feel even her voice trembling, and she did not know how much longer she could keep this hidden.
Unable to withstand her gentle coaxing, Cheng Ying finally began to reveal what was on her mind. "Actually, something happened today. This afternoon, when Young Master Song was treating Wushuang's injury, I..."
Blushing, Cheng Ying ultimately recounted everything exactly as it had happened. She had not wanted to tell anyone about it, but keeping it bottled up inside had been too painful. At the same time, she felt terribly wronged and wanted to confide in her cousin, who had always been gentle and kind. She trusted her cousin's character and knew she would never reveal her secret.
"What? You used your mouth to help him..." Cheng Yaojia was utterly shocked. She had imagined countless possibilities, but never expected it to involve Song Qingshu. That man behind her really was something else—so long as there was a beautiful woman, he always managed to get tangled up with her.
Cheng Yaojia bit her lip and secretly pinched the man behind her.
Hearing her cousin's