Feeling the large hand on her waist, Zhi Wan was jolted back to her senses.
Just as she was about to push her cousin away, a sudden clap of thunder went BOOM. She yelped and clutched at the man's robes, burrowing deeper into his arms.
SPLASH—
The rain outside grew heavier, and the sky was a sheet of oppressive, gloomy darkness.
At some point, the candle on the table had been extinguished by a spray of rain that slipped in through the window, plunging the cabin into darkness.
Lu Zhan lowered his gaze to the lovely, docile cousin in his arms. His heart skipped a beat and his throat tightened, but reason forced him to restrain the impulse surging through him.
He paused, then reached out and shut the open window.
The thud of the window closing made Zhi Wan snap back to reality.
Realizing she was curled up in her cousin's arms, her face burned. She hastily pushed him away, but not before snatching the drawing back from his hand.
