Jia Xiantian was startled awake by the commotion at the door. He quickly retreated several steps back, meeting Qinghe's teasing gaze, and waved his hands repeatedly.
He explained, "No, it's not what you think. We were just, just an accident."
Qinghe had a knowing expression, full of mischief in his eyes, elongated his voice and said, "Oh, an accident, I know."
Jia Xiantian's face turned dark. Your expression is basically saying you don't believe it.
Xiaochang, though bold and lively, had never been so close to a man before, especially not a man she loved. Her face blushed instantly, turning red all the way to her earlobes.
Shyly, she lowered her head, fiddling with her gauzy dress, and whispered like a shy young wife, "Brother Jia is right, it really was an accident, don't misunderstand us."
