A person who has spent many years marching and fighting in a camp full of men might not be close to women, but cannot be said to be entirely ignorant of matters between men and women.
Pei Zhan was surrounded by a silent ambiguity, aware that he should withdraw; otherwise, his firm demand for separation last night would become a joke. Yet, he couldn't move his body or limbs. The unexperienced sweet charm in the air left him powerless.
"Don't get so close," he turned his face away, his voice slightly husky and seeming weak.
He never knew that even rejecting her could be so difficult.
"Don't call me Zhan Er. It reminds me of the past, of those days when I could only watch you from afar."
After speaking, he fell silent, then got out of bed barefoot and walked to the table to pour a cup of tea.
When he was about to drink, he realized there was only one cup.
