At her words, Lu Zhan's heart skipped a beat, a startling desire swirling in his eyes.
But faced with his cousin's invitation, he was torn, a war raging within him.
Not even the most difficult of cases had ever left him so conflicted.
Yet in this situation, he hesitated.
After Zhi Wan spoke, she buried her face in his chest. But a long moment passed, and she heard not a word from her cousin, nor did he make a move.
Anxious, she couldn't help but lift her head to look at him.
She saw him lying there, his handsome face showing no trace of joy. Instead, it was deep and inscrutable.
Zhi Wan's heart sank.
'Does my cousin think I'm too forward?'
She knew that for a woman to say such things was far too improper.
But the words were out, and she didn't regret them. She wouldn't back down.
She clutched the lapel of his robe and asked in a low voice, "Don't you want me, cousin?"
