A flush of shame washed over Wen Ying, and with it, a dawning awareness of the change in his body. Having been with Huo Xingzhou for three years, she knew exactly what that change signified… Wen Ying nudged the heavy coat, which had nearly covered her face, aside. “Mr. Huo,” she ventured, “I think my clothes are dry. I should put them on.” This time, Huo Xingzhou said nothing, his hand withdrawing