Perhaps in her haste going downstairs, she didn't see the figure coming up around the corner, resulting in a sudden encounter just as she reached the turning!
"Ah!"
As she slipped on the stairs, Feng Jinglei almost lost her balance and fell down, fortunately a hand grabbed hold of her in time, avoiding a potential disaster.
Relieved, Feng Jinglei exhaled a sigh and was about to thank the person when the overwhelming smell of alcohol from the man made her frown in discomfort.
"Hic... Beautiful, why in such a hurry... where are you going?"
A middle-aged man, half-drunk, spotted Feng Jinglei's clean and pretty face, melding intoxication with lust, causing his greedy eyes to narrow slightly, and his hand grasped tightly onto Feng Jinglei's arm, reluctant to let go.
Glancing at the man's nauseating face, Feng Jinglei frowned deeply, trying hard to pull away her arm gripped by the man.
"Let me go!"
