Lu Xiaoyou released Hou Muyan's collar, and the delicate, handsome man's pitch-black eyes gazed at her like those of a puppy.
He felt a surge of wistful emotion.
Lu Xiaoyou took a step back, her high heels stepping on a twig from a rose on the floor, her footing slipped, and she began to fall to the ground.
Hou Muyan immediately reached out, his long arms encircling Lu Xiaoyou's waist, she was light, like a feather falling into the man's arms.
And she, subconsciously, grabbed hold of the other person's collar to stabilize her balance.
Just then, the door of the lounge was pushed open.
Jinli stood at the door, timidly gesturing to Long Xiliang with a "please" motion; just as Long Xiliang was about to enter, he saw the two people in the room as if they were dancing the tango.