Shen Qingqiu feels his face flush bright, bright red. Nobody's ever -- what even is that? It's almost like Anzu's talking to him like he's a recalcitrant child, except not really? For some reason he's reminded of the way Luo Binghe would blush and fluster when Shen Qingqiu himself had to -- very rarely -- scold him, although his mind shies away from examining that too closely.

"Um!" Shen Qingqiu's gaze can't seem to settle; it meets Anzu's for only a few seconds before darting away like a butterfly. He coughs nervously into one hand before finally muttering, "If I could remember, I'd tell you?"

Which still doesn't tell the whole story.