Fu Bing was forced to look directly at him.
At the same time, she keenly sensed that Wu Shi was speaking to her in the tone men use with women.
Alarm bells blared in Fu Bing's mind.
She instantly became defensive. "Wu Shi, don't use that tone with me. I find it offensive."
"Are you disgusted that I, as a man, harbor feelings for you, or do you feel you're betraying Qin Jinhai?"
Wu Shi did not yield to her wishes.
Fu Bing furrowed her brows. "Your question is out of line."
"What boundaries did you set for me before?"
Wu Shi pressed on, not giving her a chance to retreat.
Fu Bing put down her utensils and met Wu Shi's probing gaze.
"A close friend for the future."
Wu Shi leaned over the table, his hands propped on its surface, and whispered into her ear.
"Just a friend?"
His hot breath fanned across her delicate earlobe.
Fu Bing's ears flushed crimson at the sudden intimacy.
