"Su Yubing!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and indignation.
Su Yubing, a mischievous glint in her eyes, feigned innocence. "Oh, my apologies," she purred. "Did I touch something I shouldn't have?"
Mo Yuxin, flustered and speechless, could only glare at her.
"Such a sensitive spot," Su Yubing continued, her voice laced with amusement. "Though, I have experienced all of it myself."
Mo Yuxin, her composure shattered, sputtered incoherently, her face burning. "You... you..." she stammered.
Su Yubing chuckled, a soft, melodious sound. "Don't worry, Yuxin," she said, her voice regaining its warmth. "I won't tease you too much. For now."
Mo Yuxin, still flustered, averted her gaze, her heart pounding. As Su Yubing's breathing evened out, her body relaxing against her, a comfortable silence settled between them. The teahouse, once again filled with the gentle murmur of conversations, faded into the background as Mo Yuxin focused on the warmth of Su Yubing's presence.
