"What's wrong with me?"
Watching the woman's stunned and foolish appearance, Nangong Ming's peach-blossom eyes almost spilled out with a bright smile. "What's that expression for? Do you find it distasteful?"
"Not at all!"
Bai Xuan shook her head decisively. Disdaining her boss? Did she still want to get by? "I just think that this... this..."
As she spoke, Bai Xuan's face had turned the color of liver, her heart thumping wildly, her voice loud enough to burst her own eardrums. Normally straightforward, she still couldn't bring herself to blurt out what she meant upon seeing the bulge beneath the man's abdomen.
It wasn't that she was being prudish, but this man was too familiar; other men were just lumps of flesh, but this man was the commander of her household—not only seen every day, but also...
Good grief, why did she suddenly feel shy? What was this sensation?
"Not distaste, then? Is it shyness?"
