Listening to the man's deep, magnetic voice, Su Xiaoli instantly became flustered, even more nervous than the first time she had met her blind date.
She stammered as she spoke, "I... I'm helping Aunt Feng clean!"
After speaking, the girl dashed to Aunt Feng's side, trying to snatch the mop from her hands, pretending she had been working all along, and not that she had been waiting for him on purpose.
But Su Xiaoli had charged too hastily, too quickly.
Aunt Feng was mopping the floor, which was covered in water, making the surface as slippery as a winter ice rink.
The girl's little bunny slippers slid outright—
Su Xiaoli's body fell straight toward the ground.
Watching the ground getting closer and closer, Su Xiaoli wailed inside her heart.
Save me!
This was the second time she had met Qin Yihan since he had woken up.
If she fell on her face, would she end up horribly disfigured?
Would Qin Yihan think he had married an idiot?
