"What do you think you are doing?" Qin Mo roared.
The sheer volume of his voice shattered the lingering quiet of the village square. Lin Wan flinched violently in her wooden chair, her shoulders tensing up as a massive wave of pure guilt washed over her.
,,,
Her face flushed hot, and she looked down instantly. At that exact moment, she felt precisely like a fiancée who had just been caught red-handed having an affair by her actual fiancé.
Panicking slightly, she tried to pull her swollen legs down from Long Zhan's lap, wanting to separate herself before a full-blown war broke out on the porch.
But to her surprise, her legs wouldn't budge. She looked down and saw that Long Zhan's large, scarred hands were gripping her ankles tightly.
He wasn't squeezing hard enough to cause her any pain, but his hold was completely solid, locking her feet firmly against his thighs.
