As she spoke, she quickly walked into the damp bathroom.
Her foot accidentally stepped onto a slick patch of paint on the floor, she stumbled and her body pitched forward.
Tang Song happened to be turning around to grab the scraper.
Because the space was really too cramped, her forehead bumped straight into his shoulder, and the brush in her hand fell to the ground with a "clack."
"Ouch!" Zhang Yan cried out in pain, her body swaying backward under the force of the impact.
Tang Song reacted extremely fast. Almost by instinct, he dropped what was in his hands, one arm flashing around her slender back, the other hand automatically protecting the back of her head.
"Are you okay? Zhang Yan!"
"I… I'm fine…"
Snapping back to herself, Zhang Yan realized she was now held tightly in Tang Song's arms, and her whole body went rigid.
His chest was firm and warm; through the thin layer of clothing, she could clearly feel his strong, powerful heartbeat.
