Someone was laughing so brightly that it dazzled Yan Luoxi's senses, and she found herself involuntarily falling off the stage. By the time she realized she was losing her balance, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and fiercely pulled her back.
She plunged into the man's embrace, the crisp male scent lingering around her nose, resembling the one on Li Yeqi but not quite, because it also carried a comforting orchid fragrance.
She was not unfamiliar with this scent. On the day she fell into the lake, she had been surrounded by the smell of orchids; she had thought it was a hallucination due to drowning, but it turned out to be very real.
"Be careful!" A man's gentle and mellow voice surrounded her, like a fine wine cellared for fifty years, equally soothing to the ear.
Yan Luoxi immediately pushed him away and stood up straight, as fans below had already taken photos.
"Wow, that scene was so full of love and so aesthetic."
