The atmosphere turned cold.
The two of them looked at each other. Shao Jingmo's face was cold, and there was a hint of impatience in his eyes. Qiao Qiao didn't show any particularly angry reaction. She just looked at him without letting go of his tie, as if they were confronting each other.
Until Shao Jingmo said, "I'm going to rest. Let go of me."
Qiao Qiao pretended not to hear him. Shao Jingmo looked down at her hand that was grabbing his tie. Her hand was very small, and her joints were slightly pale, indicating how hard she was using her nails to dig into the flesh of her palm. He slowly raised his other hand and covered the back of hers. His fingertips exerted a little strength and pried her hand away.
"Ah… it hurts…" Qiao Qiao frowned and shouted in pain.
Shao Jingmo immediately let go. Qiao Qiao took this opportunity to grab his tie again and muttered softly, "Don't you know that you're so strong? My hand hurts from your grip."
