The man sat in the wheelchair, watching her from behind for who knows how long.
In the instant she fell from the ladder, he unhesitatingly reached out and caught her in his arms.
He even thoughtfully propped his upper arm on the wheelchair's armrest to cushion her, preventing her delicate arms from getting hurt.
Qin Xin's mind went blank.
Her little face was burning hot!
She wanted to get up from the man, but it seemed like she twisted her waist. Usually as nimble as a fish, she was now unable to move, just falling into his embrace.
Ah, she felt like dying.
Even more than last time when she fell onto his lap, she wanted to die, ah ah ah.
The man, however, remained calm as usual and gently spoke: "Did you hurt yourself anywhere? Don't move. I'll check on you later in the bedroom."
He seemed afraid she would refuse, so he added: "I know a bit of medical knowledge; injured patients shouldn't be moved to prevent worsening fractures."
Qin Xin covered her face: "..."
