She would have hit the floor with a painful thud had it not been for a strong arm wrapped around her waist, supporting her.
She opened her eyes slowly and was relieved that she didn't have a concussion. However, that relief vanished immediately when she looked up to meet the person who had caught her in his strong hold.
Damn it! There he was—the same man who had accused her of causing him injuries during the tech event a few nights ago—smiling at her brightly. Well, it seemed like the cut on his forehead had healed fine because he looked absolutely handsome and hot right now.
Oh, Sanya mentally slapped herself. What was she thinking? He was probably here to collect his compensation, speaking of which...
She was suddenly reminded that his hand was still supporting her waist, and they were in this awkward position. Everyone was staring at them.
"Let go of me," Sanya said.
"Alright, young lady," he replied with a naughty smirk as he removed his hand from her waist.
