He felt like he was going to explode.
His heart couldn't handle such a drastic fall.
His hand, however, bypassed his chest and brain, directly grabbing onto Meng Xin Zhi's arm.
Not the slightest bit gentle, although not as forceful as on the plane, it would still likely leave finger marks on Meng Xin Zhi's delicate arm.
Meng Xin Zhi was pulled around unwillingly.
She didn't cry out in pain, nor did she try to pull her hand away.
She was just silent.
Nie Guangyi had worked himself into a frenzy.
For the moment, he couldn't step out of his most beautiful imaginings.
But after all, he was used to seeing the world.
A momentary loss of composure was one thing, but to remain that way was unlikely.
Nie Guangyi let go of Meng Xin Zhi.
Feeling humiliated, he still expressed his true feelings, "I specifically returned to the country to take you to the museum, I thought, at the very least, I deserved to be treated seriously."
