A strong arm wrapped around Bai Ruozhu's waist, saving her face from an imminent meeting with the ground. Bai Ruozhu felt herself lighten as she was pulled towards him, even pressed tightly against him.
Once again, a warm breath brushed over her head. For a moment she was dazed and her mind drifted to the enchanting scene of feeding him medicine the day before. She shivered, only to be pulled even closer.
Jiang Yichun had watched her fall, silently cursing her clumsiness but still moving to catch her. The moment he touched her, he found himself involuntarily pulling her against him, keeping her close even after she regained her footing and showing no intention of letting go.
Of course, his other hand managed to save the potentially overturned medicine soup, only letting a little spill. It was her painstakingly brewed medicine - how could he bear to let it be won wastefully?