A piercing pain.
Qiao An frowned as she caught the fleeting malice in Chen Min's eyes.
Her body tilted and she fell straight back.
"Qiao An!"
In the midst of the chaos, Mu Jingxi was the first to react. With quick reflexes, he caught Qiao An in his arms.
His sharp gaze fell on her delicate arm.
Several bloodstains starkly appeared on her fair skin, shockingly vivid.
"Jingxi, don't be fooled by her," Chen Min, unable to suppress her anger, raised her face, "Did you see that?"
Leaning into Mu Jingxi's embrace, Qiao An clasped his shirt with both hands. Her drooping eyelids concealed the fleeting mockery in her eyes.
It's all just acting, isn't it? Who can't do that?
As if grievously wronged, she buried her head deep into Mu Jingxi's chest, sniffled, and her slender body trembled slightly.
Witnessing her arrogantly brazen yet now so fragile side, Jingxi almost saw it for the first time.
His expression puzzled, one hand rigid, he was unsure whether to touch her or not.
