Despite Jun Moling using most of his body to cushion Shen Ruoxi, holding her tightly in his arms.
Shen Ruoxi still felt a sharp pain in her waist from the impact, the words "you're crazy" almost slipped out.
"Ruoxi, are you okay?" Jun Moling's urgent voice echoed in her ear, his eyes dark as ink filled with genuine concern.
Confronted with his worried gaze, the words of reproach at the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down, unable to say anything.
"You should get up first." She lowered her voice, thinking to herself that if someone were to see them in such an intimate posture, what would it look like?
Jun Moling suddenly realized that half of his body was almost pressed against hers.
The soft touch seemed to carry a faint current, stirring his heartstrings directly.
His face instantly flushed red, quickly withdrawing his body.
