Zhi Wan was swinging happily, right at the peak of her enjoyment, when the swing suddenly stopped, catching her off guard.
It wasn't until she heard what her cousin said that she understood, and her face instantly flushed crimson.
Meeting the man's deep, dark eyes, she even stammered a little. "I... I didn't mean it like that..."
Scenes from their wedding night flashed through her mind, and the calves of her legs began to tremble inexplicably.
'It's actually Princess Chang Le's fault.'
Her cousin had been so proper and considerate of her feelings at first. But after looking at the picture album Yuanbao delivered, his techniques had multiplied, leaving her unable to defend herself.
Thinking about what happened last night, Zhi Wan's face grew so red it looked like it might start bleeding.
Seeing his cousin's face grow redder and redder, Lu Zhan's Adam's apple bobbed. In a low, husky voice, he asked, "Then what did you mean?"
