She definitely didn't have this peculiar habit.
"Where are you going?"
Shen Dang caught her wrist, pulling her back to him, and he looked down at the woman's somewhat displeased face with what seemed to be a cold chuckle, "I haven't even said anything yet, and you're accusing me of things, Whatever. With your rich imagination, why don't you become a playwright and make movies? I think you'd be more suited to that."
Her wrist was so slender it felt like he could easily snap it with a little twist, and she was small and fragile but had such a violent temper, tsk.
"Don't talk in riddles." Qiao Xi shook off his hand and lowered her gaze to massage her wrist that he had hurt: "So what exactly did you call me here for?"
He was so strong, her delicate skin had bruised, leaving a red circle around her wrist.
