If nothing went wrong, Xingyu was about to slam hard into the ground. She closed her eyes in desperate anxiety, bracing herself for the unavoidable injury and pain.
However, the expected jolt of a sprain never came. Instead, she fell into an embrace that felt both warm and cold, hard and solid.
Xingyu instinctively opened her eyes to see who it was, but the hem of a trench coat obscured her vision, plunging her into darkness. All she knew was that it was a very tall young man. He was stiff and sturdy, and his muscular, tensed arms pressed painfully against her waist.
Chapter 116