She Was Taking Some Stuff and Tripped On The Cabinet Leg

Qi Chenglin was dressed in a way that revealed his social class. His presence was a stark contrast to the bare-looking street.

Qi Chenglin had one hand in his pocket while the other held a cigarette. As Ruan Danchen was approaching, she saw him smoking—the smoke he exhaled clouded his polished face.

Hearing Qi Youxuan's voice, Qi Chenglin turned in their direction but his eyes were fixated on Ruan Danchen.

She was wearing a hoodie, zipped up to her chest with a white tank top underneath. Her shorts matched her hoodie's design—both were athletic wear.

The gym shorts were very short, revealing the sinews of her pale, long legs. Qi Chenglin's gaze slowly moved up to Ruan Danchen's face. There was a faint blush on her face, likely due to the exercise session. Her breathing was still heavy despite the effort to control it.

Skin as fair as jade, face as beautiful as the morning bloom.