Han Zhifan hurriedly gulped back the words at the tip of his tongue.
After about two seconds, his gaze turned from the apple in Cheng Weiwan's fingers to her face.
With a seriously confused look in her eyes, she furrowed her brows slightly then stared at him grabbing her wrist.
Han Zhifan froze for two seconds when he met her gaze. Then he slowly came to his senses and realized he was still holding her hand.
He reflexively let go of her and took two steps back.
When he bumped into the table behind him, he realized he overreacted and actually lost his composure.
His tendency to get angry from embarrassment flared up again as he came to his senses. "Don't you have anythi-" he exclaimed as he instinctively wanted to hide his awkwardness with anger.
His voice sounded very menacing; he was so loud that his face looked furious. The moment he opened his mouth, Cheng Weiwan visibly shivered in fear as she sat in front of him.
