She glanced over and saw the girl watching her. Their eyes met. Those clear eyes were exceptionally deep, as if trying to see into her very soul.
She grew annoyed. 'If I can't give it to you, then I won't!'
She looked troubled, hesitant, and flustered, and now there was a hint of anger. The expressions flitting across her face were impossible to ignore.
Juhua grew wary. She slowly straightened up, her gaze sharp as she stared at the girl. Dropping all pretense, she asked in a low voice, "Miss, is there something you wish to tell me?"
Yun Ying never imagined Juhua would see through her identity with a single sentence, much less confront her directly about the very thing she was wavering over.
Seeing Juhua staring at her, with a gaze that threatened to pierce right through to her shameful intentions, Yun Ying was overcome with both shame and sorrow. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her eyes darted about, not daring to meet Juhua's.
