A knot tightened low in Lu Zhan's stomach, and his Adam's apple bobbed. But when he remembered what she had said just a moment ago, all the heat in his body abruptly subsided. He restrained himself, his voice low and hoarse as he asked, "What do you mean, 'the last time'?"
Instead of answering, the girl lowered her head to kiss his lips.
To her surprise, he turned his head, avoiding her.
The girl raised an eyebrow, unwilling to be denied. She reached out to cup his face and lowered her head to try again. But just as her lips were about to touch his, the man's hand shot out and gripped her cheeks.
The girl: "..."
"What did you mean? Hmm?" Lu Zhan asked again, forcing himself to be patient.
The girl gave a bored pout, slapped his hand away, and climbed off him, lying down on the bed to his right.
However, her body pressed down on his left arm.
The girl didn't think much of it at first, but the man suddenly let out a muffled grunt of pain.
