“……”
Ning Qing was displeased and wanted to push his hand away.
However, it was of no use.
She struggled with all her might, but the man's painful moans made her stop.
Ning Qing held back her temper and glared at him coldly.
"Nian lie, stop pretending. Let go of me."
He didn't move.
Only his palm held her hand tightly, like a chain, not letting her escape.
Ning Qing took a deep breath. Her mind was filled with his cold and ruthless appearance a few days ago.
Ignore the suffocating pain in my heart and break it open with all my might.
"Young Madam, please don't do this. You'll tear young master's wound!"
“……”
A cold gaze flew over.
Lu Zhui's eyes flickered as he tried his best to speak with reason, "
young master doesn't allow others to get close to him, so please don't make things difficult for me. I can only trouble you to take care of him tonight.
Ning Qing was conflicted. why? "
