Compared to her own bulkiness, Zuo Xingyun looked much more refreshed, wearing a crisp suit as usual, now paired with a long black woolen overcoat that made him irresistibly handsome.
This comparison made her feel slightly embarrassed. She could only pull up her collar to cover half her face and hurry downstairs with her head down.
She overestimated her short legs, only to feel the footsteps behind her getting closer. In her panic, she didn't step firmly and her entire body tipped backward, losing balance.
Suddenly, a pair of strong hands caught her arms from behind. She found herself hanging onto Zuo Xingyun's wrists in an awkward half-suspended position, her cheeks burning with embarrassment like shrimp sizzling in a pan for half a minute.
"Let go of me…"
No sooner had she spoken than Zuo Xingyun did as told and let go, resulting in her plopping onto the stairs with a thud.
Zuo Xingyun passed by her with an air of nonchalance: "I'm in a hurry, see you."
Xiang Wan: "..."
