She looked down at the classroom floor plan on her phone and walked faster and faster, completely unaware of the person walking in front of her.
"Bang——"
Books were scattered on the ground, some rolled down the steps, and some fell at the feet of passers-by. Lin Zhixia swayed and was about to fall backwards. Her heart shrank suddenly and she subconsciously closed her eyes.
The expected pain did not come, and a warm and strong arm held her arm steadily.
The hand was warm, with a touch of coolness, and the calluses of the fingertips rubbed against her skin, bringing a slight electric current. Lin Zhixia froze, opened her eyes suddenly, and looked up.
Purpose: I like novels and love this industry very much. Although I say that my writing is not very good, I believe that one day I will shine.