Zhang Ningzhi saw Jiang Nian jump over from an odd position on the bench, seemingly missing a step and stumbling mid-air.
Just watching it hurts.
Jiang Nian acted like nothing happened, not even blinking. In two steps, he grabbed his shoulder and pulled, then quickly turned around to shield the boy who fell.
At that moment, Zhang Ningzhi only felt her shoulder being pressed down.
The back of her head bumped into a solid chest, surrounded by the scent of laundry detergent dried in the sun.
Zhang Ningzhi quickly realized what had happened and dared not move. Her face heated up rapidly, and her heart bubbled like boiling sugar water.
He... rushed over here.
Thud, thud, thud, everything around seemed to turn sticky, as if a slow-motion spell had been cast.
Boom, boom, boom, her senses were heightened by the rush of blood pumped from her heart. The smell, the touch, it was all Jiang Nian, and her chest felt suffocated for a moment.
