"All right, put them on." The man's deep voice pulled Zhi Wan back from her thoughts.
She looked up at the man.
She saw that he had already stepped back. His expression was completely normal, showing no sign of anything amiss. It was as if the whole incident had been a figment of her imagination.
But the feeling of the man's arm around her waist was so clear it was impossible to ignore.
In fact, just last night at the villa, when she was delivering wontons to her cousin, she had almost fallen down the steps. To save her, her cousin had also pulled her into his arms.
But at that time, he had been very proper, merely placing a hand on her shoulder and letting go almost immediately.
Just now, however, he had wrapped his arm directly around her waist.
And because he was holding her shoes and a wooden branch, his hands weren't free, so he had to loop his entire arm around her waist.
