"You just want to touch my feet, don't you?"
BOOM!
Shen Yuan felt a rush of blood to his head, his face burning hot.
All his earlier self-justifications and mental preparations crumbled to dust in the face of this simple, direct "accusation," suddenly seeming feeble and ridiculous.
"I... I..."
Shen Yuan opened his mouth, but his usually nimble tongue was tied. His mind went blank, filled only with the overwhelming embarrassment of being exposed.
The mischievous glint in Li Zhi's eyes deepened, as if she could see right through the amorous thoughts in his heart and the turmoil raging within him.
The silent pressure made Shen Yuan's face hot enough to fry an egg on. As another rush of blood shot to the crown of his head, the tightly wound string in his mind finally snapped.
He snapped his head up, heedless of his crimson face, and with the air of someone throwing caution to the wind, he spoke in a rush, his voice a few notches higher than before:
