"It's getting late, I should head upstairs to sleep!"
Mu Xinlan rubbed her swollen and sore eyes and continued, "I just got off the plane today and didn't expect all this chaos. I'm really quite tired!"
Cheng Zhiming looked at her and nodded, responding, "OK! Xinlan, you should go to bed early! You worked hard today!"
"No need to be so polite! Eiran, good night!"
"Good night!"
As Mu Xinlan walked past Cheng Zhiming, her left slipper suddenly slipped off her heel. She instinctively tried to stop and put her shoe back on, but her right foot stepped on her left foot, making her unable to react in time as she fell forward, "Ah!"
"Watch out!"
Cheng Zhiming immediately reached out to support her waist, pulling her into his arms. She looked at him in shock, their eyes meeting as if time had stood still.
Her eyes were filled only with the man in front of her; her mind went blank, unable to comprehend her own foolishness.
