Zuo Qing let out a "yah" and fell to the grass, looking at Ye Shaoting in disbelief.
Ye Shaoting: "..."
It wasn't intentional.
He swore on his conscience.
He had pinched her arm just now because she was so skinny, it seemed incredible that someone could be that thin.
He looked at Qu Xiaoran, who was also a woman, but her arms were quite firm. How come?
The woman before him seemed so frail that a gust of wind could knock her over.
Seeing her incredulous expression, Ye Shaoting rarely felt embarrassed.
He quickly pulled her back up: "Sorry, I didn't mean to, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Zuo Qing said, each word through clenched teeth.
Her self-restraint prevented her from hurling insults at anyone.
But for this man, she had completely lost all favorable impressions.
Ye Shaoting was somewhat helpless; it seemed like he had unintentionally offended someone, and it was a delicate woman at that.
