Prancing?
This man sure has an interesting way of using words.
The wound on her forehead still throbbed lightly; Wen Yi unconsciously raised her hand and touched the gauze with her fingertips, replying as a matter of course, "He most likely has something to tell me over dinner, why shouldn't I go?"
She and Shen Yu were neither exes nor entangled in any ambiguous relationship; having known each other for so many years, they completely understood each other. What was there to avoid?
Mo Shichen's voice was cool and stern, "You think it's all above board?"
Wen Yi countered, "What's not above board about it?"
He said sarcastically, "Above board, you say I don't know?"
[Do you ask this too often, all of my friends you know?]
Aside from those in her company, there truly weren't many friends of hers he knew. But Shen Yu, if she wasn't deliberately hiding something or feeling guilty, she could have simply answered him, instead of skirting the issue.