The person behind immediately clung to her, sensing the "demonic wind," Ye Jiuliang wrapped herself in the blanket and rolled to the side.
Not finding the right angle, both the blanket and her fell off the bed again, and she even rolled on the ground.
In the second she fell, Ye Jiuliang could only think of dedicating the song "Cool Cool" to herself.
The incident happened so unexpectedly that Li Mochan hadn't anticipated it turning out this way.
His usually narrow and deep eyes filled with rare panic, and he hurried over to pick her up.
This fall was much worse than the last one; her forehead hit the corner of the chair, and her white, porcelain-like skin immediately turned red.
Ye Jiuliang clutched her forehead, gasping for cold air.
She was really out of luck.
Li Mochan's gaze tightened, and he reached for his phone.
