On the other hand, Drew stared at the door, witnessing their retreating figures. When the two finally left his office, Drew couldn't help but laugh so hard, "Ha ha ha! What was that? The person who can go against Draymond has finally arrived ha ha ha ha ha!
Draymond didn't know why he just let Zarina pull his hands; time seemed to slow down as he stared at his wrist, which was wrapped with Zarina's small, soft, and pale hands. He could feel a relaxing warmth in Zarina's grip, 'I wish she could hold me like this for a long time. I felt safe when she held me, and I couldn't help but demand more.'
After a moment, they reached the hospital car park, and Zarina removed her hand from Draymond's wrist, panting.
"Why do you walk so fast? Now you're chasing your breath. Do you have respiratory problems?" Draymond asked flatly, his gray eyes bearing on her.
