She grasped that her strength was much less than usual.
Qiao Jing didn't waste words with Zhan Qipei, instead, she tightly clasped the man's shoulders with both hands, her steps somewhat chaotic, trying to pull him away from the door.
Zhan Qipei, who had always been concerned about hurting Qiao Jing, saw that the woman wanted to leave and no longer held back. He reached out to wrap his arm around her waist and forcefully pulled her towards himself.
Qiao Jing immediately turned around, intending to exchange a few moves with Zhan Qipei, but didn't expect the man to slip suddenly, bringing both of them crashing down to the ground.
A muffled thud resounded as Zhan Qipei's broad back smashed into the floor, followed by a groan from him.
Their lips met, bodies pressed tightly against each other, Zhan Qipei and Qiao Jing locked eyes for a moment.
Without any hesitation, Qiao Jing pushed against Zhan Qipei's chest to rise, but the man's large hand firmly imprisoned her in his embrace.