Wang Xiaoshuai looked at Fung Yun's blushing pretty face, and his heart, which he had been forcibly suppressing, stirred once again.
Fung Yun gave him the impression of being a very conservative woman, and it was no small affair for her to take such initiative. Now that she had made a move, should he continue to play it cool?
Thinking this, Wang Xiaoshuai let out a mischievous smile, "Sister Yun, since you've said as much, I won't hold back."
"Honestly, I really do want to take a good look at you."
"If it makes you happy, then that's fine," Fung Yun said shyly. "After all, nobody else is interested in me now. It's rare to even have someone like you who likes to look."
As soon as she said this, Fung Yun felt unexpectedly bold—she hadn't thought that just a few days after moving into the Zhao family's house, she would be so open.
And she didn't feel shy at all.