Cheng Zhiwei smiled reassuringly, "I'm really okay, Zhou Lin hugged me just in time, or else I would have definitely rolled under the seats."
She spoke frankly.
Meng Qiancheng's expression changed slightly as some emotions surged, but he quickly concealed them and joked, "I've noticed that you're especially unlucky whenever you're with Zhou Lin. It's not like he's your jinx, right?"
Cheng Zhiwei thought about it and laughed, "Now that you mention it, it does seem that way."
Every injury she endured was because of him, calling him a bringer of bad luck wouldn't be too far-fetched.
Meng Qiancheng sighed gently stroking her hair, with a hint of sadness, "Weiwei, do you blame me for not protecting you immediately?"
He indeed hadn't reacted in time, and by the time he realized he should protect Cheng Zhiwei, Zhou Lin had already taken the blow for her.
