Every time she thought about a man seeing her bare back, she felt so embarrassed; perhaps it's better not to meet Zhang Qingyue anymore.
Considering that An'an was small and couldn't run fast, Mu Qingli ran at a slower pace.
"An'an, are you tired? Do you want to sit there and rest for a while?" Mu Qingli asked while running.
An'an didn't speak, just kept running.
"An'an?" Mu Qingli turned her head to look at An'an.
When Mu Qingli turned her head, she wasn't watching the road and didn't expect someone to suddenly appear in front of her; she collided directly into the person's arms, and a faint scent of roses wafted to her. Her first thought was that this must be a very beautiful woman.
Unexpectedly, a very gentle male voice sounded from above her, "Are you alright?"
Simultaneously, a hand with embroidered cuffs and garment gently supported her waist.