Lu Yeming suddenly stretched his arm out, grasping her slim wrist, tugging it to pull her into the bathroom.
Jun Xiqing staggered, being pulled along and she almost tripped. "Lu Yeming, let go of me. F*ck you, why are you being crazy?"
Bam! Lu Yeming kicked open the bathroom door forcibly. Standing in front of the bathroom counter, he forced her to stay in his arms, switching on the tap to wash her wrist personally.
He repeatedly washed the area Murong Ling had just touched, rubbing so hard that her delicate skin had turned all red.
The entire time, Jun Xiqing resisted, but she was held in place by him, she just couldn't do anything. In contrast, he lowered his head, focusing on washing her wrist, calm and collected.
"Lu Yeming, you jerk!" she lashed out at him.
