When Luo Yang had just nudged An Yuying's left foot out of the way, she gave a cry and sat down.
Fortunately, Luo Yang was right behind her, and his hands were still holding her arms.
As An Yuying's body started to fall, Luo Yang pulled his hands back and held her tight.
Only, the position where his hands held her was slightly controversial—it was at An Yuying's ample bust.
"Sister An, be careful," Luo Yang said with concern.
Having run, An Yuying's body was warm and toasty.
Smooth as jade.
Holding An Yuying from behind, Luo Yang could feel her enticing body temperature.
"You bumped into my foot, and I wasn't even standing firm yet," she complained while gently shaking her delicate body.
"Sister An, the angle of your leg isn't wide enough," Luo Yang explained.
Upon seeing Luo Yang holding An Yuying without letting go, Tang Guihua's face revealed a hint of jealousy.
"Niu Zai, want some milk again?" Tang Guihua sneered coldly.
