[ Goodness. Does she have to put it that way. A faint brush of gold colors his cheeks, and his eyes dart away again. Oh, no. Is this going to be his life now? Teased by others?
And it's not always strictly his face— ]
He is very handsome. [ Unsaid but implied: Can you blame me?
Anyway, he can't take the embarrassment right now, so he turns to start fussing over a stack of nearby books. Hu Tao is free to talk, but Trahearne just can't keep looking at her. ]
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And it's not always strictly his face— ]
He is very handsome. [ Unsaid but implied: Can you blame me?
Anyway, he can't take the embarrassment right now, so he turns to start fussing over a stack of nearby books. Hu Tao is free to talk, but Trahearne just can't keep looking at her. ]