Without needing him to say it, Xiao Yu also knew she must look a mess at the moment, but whose fault was that? Just as her feet touched the ground, she angrily pushed him away, but her legs went weak, and she ended up falling to the ground.
A hand quickly reached around her waist and pulled her back, Gong Ting lightly scolded, "You can't even stand steadily, and yet you're still being stubborn?"
Xiao Yu turned her head to glare at him, but little did she know, her glare had no intimidation at all, and instead carried a hint of coyness. Gong Ting supported her waist and helped her sit on the deck chair.
His suit was soaked, water dripping down continuously, but he paid it no mind and settled Xiao Yu onto his lap, "Why are you mad again? Didn't they say that anger harms the liver?"
Xiao Yu didn't know why she had become so pretentious; at this moment her mind was a mess, and she didn't want to be swayed by him, yet her whole heart was involuntarily filled with him.
