Su Chaoyang coldly snorted, "I wanted to sleep somewhere else. But you were so drunk, vomited all night long. If I weren't with you, do you think you would be okay now?"
Mu Xiangwan imagined the scenario he suggested, immediately crinkling her brows in disgust.
However, even then, she wasn't willing to accept his kindness. She uncomfortably wriggled her body and timidly said, "Anyways…" Before she could finish her sentence, she shifted her bottom to the edge of the bed and suddenly found herself in mid-air...
"Watch out!" Seeing her lean backward, Su Chaoyang's eyes narrowed and he lunged to catch her, but it was too late—
With a shriek, Mu Xiangwan fell from the bed, hitting the ground with a thud.
Su Chaoyang swiftly clambered over the bed and knelt on the floor, anxiously helping her up, "Are you okay? Did it hurt? Is your foot alright?"
He was most worried about her foot; it had just healed and the last thing he wanted was for it to be injured again.
