"What's wrong?" In a split second, Ji Ziming had vacated his chair and was before the nervous Pei Ge.
"Nothing." She reflexively hid the cut finger behind her back.
He, of course, noticed her minute action. With furrowed brows, his slender and well-defined fingers pulled the hand she was hiding behind her.
His movement was light and gentle when he pulled her hand.
"I am really fine." She felt a little awkward and tried to retract her hand from his grasp.
Alas, while his hold was gentle, his grip on her wrist was firm.
"Stop moving!" he reprimanded her with a glare.
He was clearly glaring at her, but she did not feel an ounce of danger from it.
Instead, it made her feel… somewhat happy?
That's weird. Why do I feel happy?
She looked at the man squatting beside her and felt a little lost and confused.
