This wasn't adding water, this was adding fuel to the fire.
Chen Xiao felt like he was about to combust.
After filling the cup, Lin Ya walked over to Chen Xiao and placed it on the coffee table.
Chen Xiao couldn't resist sneaking another peek. Lin Ya's face flushed red, and she quickly got up to return to her seat.
But her head was spinning, and she wasn't paying attention. She tripped and started to fall forward.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Chen Xiao grabbed her and yanked her backward, preventing her from falling.
But he used too much force, and Lin Ya, caught off guard, stumbled backward into his arms, landing squarely on his lap.
"Ah—"
It was history repeating itself.
Time seemed to stand still.
The second hand of the wall clock went TICK-TOCK. Lin Ya felt Chen Xiao moving in time with it.
She didn't dare to move, lowering her head as her face burned red.
'She had no idea what to do in a situation like this.'
