Ye Liang's cheeks instantly burned like fire. She lifted her eyes and glared at Ru Xue, but by then Ru Xue had already walked far away, leaving only her graceful back.
She raised a hand to touch her face, and kept warning herself in her heart that Ru Xue's words couldn't be trusted, mustn't be trusted; yet the more she thought that, the more her cheeks seemed to burn, hotter and hotter as if scorched by flames.
All of a sudden, Ye Liang poured the now-cold tea on the table into her mouth. A chill slid down her throat and spread through her body, easing the heat in her body a little.
She had to admit, Ru Xue's soul-hooking technique was really something. Just a few simple words and she'd managed to make her blush.
Ye Liang steadied her emotions, and the flush of heat on her face slowly faded.
After Ru Xue left the tavern, she didn't hurry back to the Prince Manor.
