Nangong Minglu returned home devastated, her mood dropped to its lowest point.
She went upstairs in a daze, wanting to go back to the bedroom to rest first, but when she stepped onto the last step on the second floor, she suddenly saw Han Xiyan coming out of his former bedroom and walking towards her.
Nangong Minglu's heart trembled.
Why is Han Xiyan back?
When did he come back?
What is he coming back for?
She was thinking in a panic. She didn't notice that there was another step that she hadn't taken up yet. She tripped on the last step and fell hard to the ground.
She instinctively grabbed something that could support her body with her hands, but she didn't expect that what she grabbed was the skirt of Han Xiyan's clothes who ran over to hold her up.
Han Xiyan was dragged to the ground by the inertia of Nangong Minglu's falling to the ground. Han Xiyan landed on the back of his head, while Nangong Minglu fell on top of him.
That's all.
What a coincidence, Nangong Minglu's lips happened to cover Han Xiyan's lips.
His lips were cool, soft, and had a faint fragrance of mint.
For a moment, Nangong Minglu's mind went blank.
Han Xiyan only felt Nangong Minglu's soft body fall into his arms, and then her fragrant pink lips suddenly covered his lips.
Nangong Minglu was the first to come to her senses, tilted her head to avoid Han Xiyan's lips, and then tried to push Han Xiyan away with both hands.
However, he hugged her so tightly, as if she was his entire life, and such a tight hug was so gentle that it was heartbreaking...
——Of course Han Xiyan likes you, and he loves you deeply, even more than his life! Otherwise, why would he risk his own life to rescue you from under the wheel?
Han Xiyan likes her?
Aren't you looking down on her?
But--
But--
This doesn’t work either!
Nangong Minglu forcefully pulled away Han Xiyan's hand that was tightly clasping her waist, and got up from the ground using her hands and feet, her face already flushed.
Han Xiyan finally recovered from his confusion and confusion, and looked at her at a loss, with a timid expression, like a child who had made a mistake.
Nangong Minglu wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything. She turned around and ran towards her bedroom in shame, but somehow she stumbled and fell to the ground again.
"Be careful—" Han Xiyan reminded her nervously.
Nangong Minglu was so scared that she closed her eyes.
——It’s over, this time I’m really embarrassed, I’m sure I’ll be bruised and bruised.
Who knew that she would fall into a warm and soft embrace again.
When Nangong Minglu opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Han Xiyan's painful expression.
He caught her the moment she landed. She was not thrown, but he fell hard to the ground.
But he didn't scream. Instead, he looked at her nervously and asked, "Did you fall somewhere? Did it hurt?"
His eyes were full of care, love, and affection, but there was no hint of disgust, disgust, or hatred!
What exactly happened here?
Nangong Minglu's eyes gradually became moist.
"Did it hurt from the fall?" Han Xiyan became even more nervous. He gently lifted her up from the ground and began to check where she had been injured. His clear eyes were full of heartache and pity.
Nangong Minglu brushed off his hand, which he was checking to see if it was injured, and asked him with tearful eyes: "Why? Why did you suddenly become so good to me? What are you planning?"
