Caught off guard by Fu Lanshen suddenly grabbing her arm, Mu Qingli lost her balance and fell backward, and Fu Lanshen, who hadn't actually intended to stuff the snowball into her collar, immediately grabbed her wrist and gave a gentle tug.
Mu Qingli should have been easily pulled up by him, but because it had snowed and the ground was slippery, she not only failed to get up but instead lunged toward Fu Lanshen.
Fu Lanshen could have steadied himself; however, he did not.
The next second.
"Bang."
The two of them fell to the ground together.
To be precise, it was Fu Lanshen who fell on the ground, while Mu Qingli landed on top of him.
The unexpected momentum brought Mu Qingli's lips into contact with something soft.
Mu Qingli's eyes widened at the enlarged features in front of her for a moment.
At this time, only two questions filled her mind.
Who was she?
Where was she?
Was there a crack in the ground she could slip into?
She didn't speak.
Neither did Fu Lanshen.
