With just a thin T-shirt between them, skin collided with skin.
The man's arm was robust, while the woman's body was incredibly soft.
Memoria frantically stepped back, causing the wine glass to tilt, spilling wine everywhere—on the table, the carpet, herself, Cold Xiaoxie's arm... wine splashed everywhere.
"I'm sorry!"
She became even more flustered, quickly stood up, grabbed some napkins, and bent down to dab at the wine on the carpet.
In her panic, she stepped on the high-heeled glass, and her foot slipped as the slipper made contact with the glass's rim, propelling her forward towards the couch in a loss of balance.
She raised her arm to shield her face, one of Memoria's arms landing on the couch's armrest, the other on the backrest.
Thankfully, she didn't fall!
She let out a breath of relief.
But why did her chest feel warm?
It seemed like something was underneath her.
