"I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional."
She wanted to cover her face, the more she tried to please him, the more likely something went wrong.
Lu Wanwan deliberately avoided looking at the expression on his face, not wanting to know how dissatisfied and annoyed he was.
The sleeve went on, followed by the shoulder.
Gu Annan was tall, so she had to reach up. Through the thin silk fabric, her hand kept sliding over his body, feeling his arm muscles become tenser and tenser, rigid.
As she draped the robe over his shoulders, her movements were extremely gentle and cautious, trying not to touch him as much as possible.
But unexpectedly, as she drew close, she stepped on his foot. Before she could apologize, Gu Annan's foot jerked back sharply, retreating several steps. And she, carried by that force, tilted, reflexively reaching out to grab something to steady herself.
Then, she accurately embraced Gu Annan's waist and arm.
