This must be the umpteenth time she had fallen in front of Gu Chenxiao.
It was as if there were some kind of curse.
No matter how cool and breezy she walked usually, she kept performing various kinds of falling styles in front of him over and over again.
Last time, she missed a step and tumbled down the stairs, and this time was even more absurd, she tripped over herself.
As her body lost its balance and began tilting forward due to inertia, Song Yan's mind went blank.
She saw Gu Chenxiao looking at her.
In that moment, she oddly felt an illusion.
Gu Chenxiao would step aside, letting her deliberately fall flat on her face.
...
Thankfully, he didn't do that.
So there Song Yan was, dramatically falling into his arms, his hand instinctively braced her, and he looked down to ask, "Are you okay?"
"I'm...," Song Yan let out a sigh of relief and, regaining her composure, quickly backed away a bit, somewhat awkward, "the pants started it, do you believe me?"
