Bai Zhi'er's round eyes were bright, and her small body sat upright.
"What is it? Just say it."
Chu Ping raised a probing gaze and quickly glanced at Qingmei.
His handsome face turned red, his voice barely audible: "I... um, um..."
By the end, he fell completely silent.
Bai Zhi'er listened in utter confusion, blinking her large, bewildered eyes.
"Senmo?"
Qingmei stood behind Bai Zhi'er, furrowing her brows: "Can't you straighten your tongue when you speak?"
Feng Fuce sat across from Bai Zhi'er, seemingly expecting this.
He picked up his teacup and took a quiet sip.
Chu Ping's face turned even redder: "Marquis, perhaps you can help me speak, I am too shy!"
Feng Fuce gave him a sideways glance: "Does that mean I have thicker skin?"
Bai Zhi'er burst into laughter, her little hand covering her belly as she giggled.
"Listening to your bickering is so funny, what's the matter that you can't say?"
