The man grunted and stopped kissing Zhi Wan. He paused, raising a hand to touch the corner of his mouth. Seeing a trace of blood on his fingertip, he didn't seem angry.
His gaze swept over the girl's vividly red and slightly swollen lips. In a husky voice, he asked, "Still angry?"
Zhi Wan was in the middle of feeling vexed and ashamed at herself for getting so lost in the moment. When she heard him, she froze and looked up at the man.
Only to see a cut on the corner of the man's mouth, with a smear of blood still on it.
She clenched her fingers, her head drooping guiltily.
'It seems I... bit a little too hard just now.'
Seeing her silent, Lu Zhan reached out and lifted her chin. "What's wrong?"
Zhi Wan snapped back to her senses and hastily pushed him away, putting a safe distance between them. With a stern face, she asked, "Are you still planning to keep me locked up?"
