Jiang Yao's foot froze in mid-air, her toes curling slightly from the pain in her rear. The sole of her foot was flawlessly fair and tender. Not only was its arch perfectly smooth, but it also had a shy sort of cuteness.
Chen Yuan, however, was in no mood to admire the view. He quickly went over to help Jiang Yao.
"Ouch..."
Jiang Yao winced in pain, holding the left side of her butt as her brow furrowed tightly.
"You should have let me do it. You bought a lot of stuff for the start of the semester, not just clothes, and stuffed it all in the suitcase. Of course it wouldn't open when you yanked it like that."
"Now it probably won't open at all..." Jiang Yao bit her lip, aggrieved, and held out the broken zipper puller in her hand.
"Uh..." For a moment, Chen Yuan didn't know how to comfort her.
Jiang Yao remained on the floor, meeting his gaze for a long moment.
'She knew she must look absolutely pathetic, having messed up such a simple task.'
