Zhiyuan was just as startled as Xinyi. Suddenly, they were standing so close to each other that it almost looked intimate. He instinctively held onto her waist, assuming that she would trip.
And now they were in this strange position where both didn't know what to do next because they had been rarely stuck together so close like this.
Xinyi felt his arm around her waist, and her already crimson face turned even more beet red. His long, muscular arms had perfectly and safely held onto her waist for her support.
Th-this this position... Gosh, why did I startle so much? It was Zhiyuan, not a ghost! She was internally scolding herself.
On the other hand, Zhiyuan was observing her expressions. She looked flustered. He noticed her small nose turning slightly red after bumping into his chest and heard her slightly ragged breathing. But then he furrowed his brows.
"Xinyi, your waist is so small."
Xinyi froze.
