Ming Ge, "..."
She rejected him.
The girl took a step back as if bracing for a battle and accidentally tripped over a box of miscellaneous items right behind her—
Her slender body tilted backward, her jet-black hair cascading down like a waterfall.
Ming Ge was startled, her hands flailing in midair, trying to grab onto something to steady herself.
With quick reflexes, she wrapped an arm around the man's waist.
At the same time, a long hand reached around to embrace her back.
From tilting backward, Ming Ge now leaned forward toward him.
All these movements occurred in the blink of an eye, the brief span of a few seconds.
Ming Ge steadied herself and let out a breath of relief.
That was close!
Immediately afterward, a deep, slightly dim voice resonated beside her ear, "Falling into my arms... that impatient?"
Ming Ge pinched the muscles around the man's waist, "... Who's throwing herself into your arms?"
