Zhao Changhe, however, didn't immediately sidle over to beg for Guqin lessons. Instead, he went into his guest room and began to rub down his body with a towel, as if the flirtatious remarks from earlier had never happened.
By doing so, he conveniently spared Tang Wanju from an awkward response; there was no need for her to react.
Tang Wanju suddenly wondered whether this guy had found some master of romance to take lessons from, considering his skillful move...
Then, there he was, wiping down his bare arms, completely oblivious to the fact that she was standing at the door watching. It was unclear whether his shamelessness was simply exhibitionism or yet another form of teasing...
In reality, Zhao Changhe just felt too hot to bother with modesty, and since he hadn't invited her into his room, he figured she could choose to look away or not.
Tang Wanju stood at the door, expressionless, caught between entering and leaving, and her good mood from the morning was almost gone.
