She pounced on Wen Xu like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. Wen Xu wasn't prepared for her full strength and lost his balance for a moment. His feet staggered and he fell backward.
Sang Qianqian was caught off guard and fell down as well.
Wen Xu was afraid she would hurt herself, so he instinctively raised his hand and held Sang Qianqian in his arms.
Sang Qianqian's soft lips accidentally brushed past his face and firmly blocked his ears.
An indescribable, strange touch, accompanied by a fragrance, invaded his nerves.
Wen Xu's entire body immediately froze, unable to move.
Sang Qianqian scrambled to her feet and snatched the phone from his hands, not forgetting to poke him on the head. "You. If you had given it to me earlier, you wouldn't have fallen, would you? You reap what you sow."
Wen Xu's expression was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't say a word.
Sang Qianqian ignored him and dialed Shen Hanyu's number.
