The night was silent, save for the candle flame flickering gently inside its gauze shade, casting mottled shadows.
Fan Xuan had already removed her mask, revealing a pretty face tinged with stubbornness.
She stared at the only bed in the room. Pei Yuhang had already turned over and lain down. Noticing her direct gaze, he pursed his thin lips but said nothing. He simply reached out and drew the plain white curtains shut, blocking her view of him.
Seeing Pei Yuhang completely ignoring her, Fan Xuan bit her lower lip, her pearly teeth leaving a faint mark on the soft flesh.
'Did I... go too far this afternoon?'
'Was I too hasty?'
'It's best to let things happen naturally.'
'Are we... giving each other the silent treatment now?'
Fan Xuan sighed softly, feeling a little vexed.
But then she felt she hadn't done anything wrong. When she had forced the issue, she had practically spelled it out for him.
But Pei Yuhang was still pretending not to know.
