Xia Yuqing's eyes widened more and more with each question until she was almost dizzy. She finally held up both hands in surrender. "Stop! Please, stop! If I don't stop you now, you'll start asking about the next seven generations of my descendants."
Yan Rouxi grinned shamelessly, tapping her pen against the desk. "Well, can you blame me? I'm just too happy for you!"
Xia Yuqing buried her face in her hands, but her smile gave her away. "You're unbelievable."
Yan Rouxi leaned forward with a sly grin. "Admit it—you like me this way."
Xia Yuqing peeked at her from between her fingers, her lips twitching. "Maybe a little."
After laughing for a while, Yan Rouxi finally took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She rested her chin on her palm and narrowed her eyes at Xia Yuqing.
"So? Tell me. Did you confess?"
Xia Yuqing shook her head. "No."
"No?" Yan Rouxi gasped, her brows shooting up. "Why not?"
"I didn't get the right opportunity," Xia Yuqing replied honestly.
