"I-I wasn't doing anything." Zhi Wan shook her head, feeling guilty.
She couldn't very well admit that she was hiding here to watch the spectacle involving her cousin.
"I... was just passing by," she added at last.
Lu Zhan looked down at the girl's blushing face, then paused. His gaze fell upon her soft, tender, crimson lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
The delicate, soft waist under his palm made his mouth go dry, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip.
The sudden tightening around her waist startled Zhi Wan.
She stared blankly at the man before her and reminded him in a small voice, "Cousin, you're... you're hurting me."
A shadow flickered in the depths of Lu Zhan's eyes. He looked down at her for a moment before letting go and stepping back.
"My apologies. I was out of line." His deep voice was tinged with hoarseness.
Zhi Wan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt a little strange inside.
'This is the third time.'
She couldn't help but size up her cousin.
