"Be careful!!" Chen Yiran had just turned off the car when he looked over to find Tianxin kneeling outside the passenger door. His delicate eyebrows immediately furrowed, and he quickly got out of the car, walked over to her and, reaching out his long arm, pulled her up forcefully.
Tianxin felt her legs go soft, like stepping on cotton, unable to control her sense of direction.
Right then, Chen Yiran reached out to support her, one long arm wrapped around her waist, and his fair, warm palm was tightly pressed against her waist, while his other hand held hers, firmly supporting her.
The familiar yet cold scent of his body surrounded her in an instant.
Tianxin felt a bit dazed, as if in a trance, as though she and Chen Yiran were just as they were three months ago, as if all their disputes had never happened.
