Hou Jingshu giggled. “It’s just like you not to care about what other people think.” She paused, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink. “Do you… I mean, are you and I that close now?”
“You mean are we close enough to sleep together? We have done that before, you know,” Wu Jian pointed out.
“That’s not what I meant! I mean, are we—”
Whatever Hou Jingshu had been about to say, she stopped when Wu Meiying sucked in a deep breath. They turned to the girl to see her wiping some sweat from her forehead. Wu Jian grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat away for her, while Hou Jingshu grabbed her tea and offered the girl a drink.
“Thank you,” Wu Meiying said in a raspy voice.
“No worries. I’m guessing you saw something disturbing?” asked Wu Jian.
Wu Meiying’s smile was strained. “Disturbing would be
