Ye Lu was still in shock and confusion, almost getting slapped by her in the unguarded moment. At the critical time, the smoking man swiftly turned around, his strong hand firmly grasping Mei's wrist.
" She just mistook someone for someone else. Why must you get so agitated!" His voice was deep and alluring, like nightshade in the darkness, husky yet laced with an irresistible authority.
It made Mei shrink back instantly, subconsciously nodding in submission.
Yet Ye Lu was stunned, under the hazy moonlight and the faint glow from the house, illuminating the man's clear-cut but utterly unfamiliar face, and that voice hoarse to the point it was completely different from Third Young Master Jun's enchantingly seductive tone.
It bewildered Ye Lu entirely, staring lost and forlorn at the strange man.
How could this be, neither his appearance nor his voice bore the slightest resemblance.
She had recognized the wrong person.
It wasn't Jun Huang, it wasn't him.
