"I don't want to move." Sheng Ning had run so many laps, holding her breath without feeling much, but now that she'd stopped, everything went dark before her eyes, and she nearly fainted.
"Get up and walk around." Xu Qigang frowned, his broad palm pulling her hand to take a few more steps to get some movement.
His voice was husky, "Feeling better now? Still uncomfortable?"
"I'm fine." Sheng Ning came to her senses and realized that Xu Qigang was actually holding her hand in his palm. His hands were wide and his palms were thick and scorching hot, callused from years of training.
Suddenly, Sheng Ning's face burned with embarrassment. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it just right, and she couldn't wriggle free despite several attempts.
"Let go of me."
