"Then let's go home," Qi Shenbai said and moved to take the boxes from Xu Jiaojiao's hands.
Xu Jiaojiao quickly avoided him. "No need, no need. They're not heavy."
Qi Shenbai's brows furrowed, but he did not insist. Xu Jiaojiao looked gentle and friendly, but she always kept a safe distance from people she was not familiar with.
Xu Jiaojiao followed Qi Shenbai out of the bar. When they passed by the stairs, Xu Jiaojiao did not pay attention and missed a step. She lost control and was about to fall forward. Qi Shenbai quickly grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her into his arms. His large palm firmly held the back of her head, as if he wanted to press her into his chest.
For a moment, the world seemed to have quietened down. Xu Jiaojiao's heart was pounding, and the faint wooden fragrance of Qi Shenbai's body spread out from the tip of her nose, enveloping her along with the evening breeze.
