Jiang Qingli had just said goodbye to Baili Jing when she ran into a few of her female classmates.
They pulled her into a private room and showered her with congratulations. The sweet smell of perfume and their friendly well-wishes made her feel almost euphoric. Before she knew it, Jiang Qingli had downed several glasses of low-alcohol fruit wine.
After bidding them farewell, she pushed open the door. Not noticing the step in front of her, she missed her footing.
Before she could even react, a hand with long, slender fingers grabbed her arm, steadying her in a half-embrace.
"My apologies, Miss."
A fresh, pleasant scent enveloped her senses. The young butler's low voice was right by her ear, his breath so light it gently stirred the soft strands of her hair.
Even through the silk gloves, she could feel the Gray Wolf Beastman's body temperature, warmer than a normal person's, against her skin that had been chilled by the air conditioning.
