With a few swift steps, Li Shaoling moved and caught Ji Weixi by the wrist, pulling her to himself.
Caught off guard, she lost her balance and spun a few circles without control.
The skirt of her gown flowed with the wind, drawing an exquisite arc in the air and pulling the pair together intimately.
He handily picked her up as well, keeping Ji Weixi tightly against his broad, powerful chest, catching her in a dazzled moment.
Sunlight was washing over his hair and flickering in halation. The face reflected beneath revealed many lines and shapes, but thought there was not much in way of expression in his features, it was a lethal sense of beauty.
Jiang Cong watched blankly in a corner.
He still remembered that one occasion when Ji Jianing deliberately 'fell', slipping conveniently into Li Shaoling's arms and crying in pain.
