Seeing that the woman was about to fall into the pool, Draven grabbed her almost the moment she tilted her body and pulled her into his arms.
"Are you all right?"
Before she could steady herself, he said anxiously with worry in his eyes, "What are you doing?"
As soon as Cierra stood still from the shock before she could care less about the pain in her ankle, she heard his blame. She became angry.
"I haven't scold you yet. Why did you suddenly scare me? Are you crazy? Don't do that again!"
She pushed Draven away and was about to leave.
The moment she moved, she felt pain. She had underestimated the wound. She almost fell down again.
Draven held her up subconsciously and didn't care about her rude words. After clasping her waist to stop her from moving, he looked down at her legs.
Her white socks had been dyed red.
As soon as he glanced at it, his face darkened.
"Draven, let go of me!"