"Use Black Magic to Seduce Zhao Yang?"  

Lai Jiayi wobbled. The girl's heels were about to slip and let her butt hit the floor when Zhao Yang swiftly caught her waist without anyone seeing. With his firm grip around the girl's tiny waist, Lai Jiayi stabilised her body in an instant. 

"Are you alright?" Zhao Yang lowered his head and whispered to Lai Jiayi's left ear. His warm breath hit the girl's earlobe, yet Lai Jiayi didn't have time to pay attention to that. 

She immediately gripped Zhao Yang's arm and shook her head. 

"I...I...the phobia…" Lai Jiayi spoke with many difficulties. Her breath was short, and her face was as pale as flour. Thank God no one saw this under the baptism of camera flashes. 

But Zhao Yang, who stood next to Lai Jiayi, could sense the girl's wariness. Her body trembled, and she clutched his arm tightly as if he's the only solace she had in front of the sea of men.