She had been kneeling on the floor for hours, and her legs were numb. When she stood up, she staggered from a cramp, and without anticipating it, Song Qingchun fell right on top of Su Zhinian.
Her face happened to fall into the small of his neck and the mixture of alcohol and the scent unique to the man coursed into her nostrils. She shivered violently and subconsciously raised her head up; his picturesque face was just inches away from her. Her breathing stopped, and her face started to burn.
She struggled to climb up from his body, but the pain from her leg cramp stopped her from moving, so she could only lie on top of his body quietly, biting her lower lips, and with her face burning, waiting for the cramp to ease.
