"Careful!"
Fu Yanlin did not hesitate, lunging forward to shield Wen Sheng, enveloping her protectively in his arms.
The coffee spilled all over him.
The air seemed to solidify, leaving nothing but the heavy breathing of the two of them in the world.
"Are you alright?" Fu Yanlin, unconcerned with his disheveled state, gripped Wen Sheng's arms tightly, his face ashen.
Wen Sheng shook her head, and it took her a moment to realize she needed to check Fu Yanlin's back where the cup had hit. Only after confirming it was just ordinary coffee did she secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
"I'm fine, what about you?" Wen Sheng had probably seen too many sensational news stories—in the moment the girl threw the cup, she actually feared it was sulfuric acid or some other corrosive liquid.
Thank goodness it wasn't!
