Realizing she was likely to fall to the ground again, Leng Shuangshuang instinctively reached out, hoping to grab onto something. With a random grasp, she unexpectedly caught hold of a warm object, which helped her steady herself.
Barely managing to stabilize her body, Leng Shuangshuang immediately let go, only to be pulled into a warm embrace. In an instant, the familiar scent reached her, causing her heart to skip a beat.
Before she could say anything, she heard Han Shiwen's voice, delicate and sweet, worlds apart from the menacing tone from earlier.
"Jinchen, why are you here?"
A smile was plastered across Han Shiwen's face, but her hands behind her were clenched into fists.
Hearing and seeing bring about completely different sensations; upon hearing it, there was jealousy, but laced with a bit of optimistic denial since she had known Lu Jincheng for so long and had never seen him get close to any woman.
