Qin Yan walked in front, with Bo Yunshen following behind her.
The woman's foot suddenly slipped, and she instinctively stumbled forward. Bo Yunshen reached out his long arm and pulled Qin Yan into his embrace.
The intense aura of the man instantly enveloped Qin Yan.
She was momentarily stunned, her hands instinctively pressed against Bo Yunshen's chest, directly meeting his deep, enigmatic gaze.
"Director Qin can't even walk properly?" Bo Yunshen mocked, "Do you want me to carry you?"
In the night, his lips curled up with a hint of sarcasm, yet inexplicably alluring.
Qin Yan straightened her body, "Yunshen, I can walk by myself."
The cobblestone path wasn't far, and Qin Yan didn't feel she couldn't walk it.
She took a step, and her wrist was seized by him.
Bo Yunshen's hands were dry and warm, his grip strong, and Qin Yan couldn't shake it off.
With every step she took, she felt the ground beneath her feet softening, as if she couldn't touch solid ground.