Yan Luoxi trembled all over. She pushed him away and couldn't help but take two steps back, accidentally stepping on her left foot with her right. She fell backward.
"Ah!" Yan Luoxi closed her eyes in fright and screamed loudly.
Li Yeqi's eyes and hands were quick. He hurriedly reached out to wrap his arms around her waist. There were stairs behind her, and he supported himself on the ground with one hand while holding her with the other, barely preventing her from getting hurt.
With one hand on the ground and the other around her waist, Li Yeqi had borne the weight of both of them in his arms to lessen the fall, and now his wrist throbbed with a piercing pain.
Without a word, he let go of her and walked into the master bedroom.
Yan Luoxi sat up from the ground and stared at his retreating back. She paused, regretting calling him a bastard. Was she being ungrateful?
