"Shi Yuhuan, come out here!" Song Qinghuan pulled up the large bed sheet, wrapped it around herself, and then clumsily climbed out of bed and made her way toward the bathroom.
The sheet trailed behind her, forming a long tail.
As she reached out to push the door, Shi Yuhuan, who was inside, happened to open it at the same time.
Song Qinghuan's hand missed the door, causing her to lean slightly forward.
She quickly stepped back to regain her balance.
However, she didn't anticipate stepping on the trailing bed sheet, the same one she was gripping with her hand, which made her lose her balance and fall forward uncontrollably.
Just as she was about to have an intimate encounter with the hard floor, Song Qinghuan, petrified, couldn't even scream in fear.
However, the anticipated pain didn't come because Shi Yuhuan kindly caught her with his hands as she lunged forward.
But Shi Yuhuan himself was forced to take a step back due to the force of her fall.
