Zhi Wan cried out in alarm, "Ah!"
The world spun, and in the next moment, she found herself pinned to the bed.
Zhi Wan's heart pounded. Just as she was about to struggle, a pleasant scent of cedarwood drifted into her nose.
The familiar, crisp fragrance made her freeze. She stopped struggling.
She looked up and saw that it was him.
"It's you!" She sighed in relief, her body relaxing.
"Who else were you expecting?" the man asked nonchalantly, his long fingers caressing the soft curve of her waist.
A tingling warmth spread from her waist. Zhi Wan's heart quivered. She clutched his night robe, bit her lip, and retorted, refusing to show weakness, "I thought you were some kind of pervert!"
"A pervert?" The man's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with danger. "You're the one who barged into my bedchamber. What, then, would you call your behavior?"
