Fu Xingyi's lips noticeably rose into a smile.
An Ning instructed Fu Xingyi, character by character, and asked him, "Do you feel a bit of it now?"
Fu Xingyi came to his senses, "Yes."
"Then try it on your own," An Ning said, releasing Fu Xingyi's hand and preparing to leave.
But at the very moment she stood up.
Her foot accidentally stepped on her own hem.
Her entire body lost balance, almost resulting in a fall.
At the same time.
Fu Xingyi hurriedly reached out to hold her.
Since he was behind her, he didn't hold her very steadily.
Staggering, both of them fell together onto the soft couch.
The brush in Fu Xingyi's hand even fell onto An Ning's face.
"Ah!" An Ning exclaimed.
But it wasn't because of the pain.
Falling onto a soft couch didn't hurt, especially with Fu Xingyi holding her, most of the pressure was on his arms.
She screamed only because the brush landed on her face.
She could even imagine how her face looked now.
