Meeting the man's teasing gaze, Zhi Wan's scalp tingled, and her toes curled inside her shoes from sheer embarrassment.
Every time she thought about the things she'd done to her cousin in the dream, a fresh wave of embarrassment washed over her.
"Shall I say it for you?" Lu Zhan drawled.
Zhi Wan: "..."
"In the dream, my cousin always has to touch... Mmph!"
Before he could finish, the girl lunged forward and clamped a hand over his mouth.
Lu Zhan: "..."
"Don't you say another word!" Zhi Wan yelled at him, mortified.
Lu Zhan looked up at her, a distinct flicker of amusement in his eyes.
'So this is what she's really like, isn't it?'
The warmth of his breath against her palm startled her, and Zhi Wan snapped back to her senses. She quickly snatched her hand away and retreated two steps.
She looked at him, her expression serious. "What exactly do you want?"
