The first time he knocked Meng Yao to the ground, Qin Tian was able to control his body's balance.
But this second time, he could not control it at all.
His hands were handcuffed; it was a miracle he could save someone, what else could he do?
Thus, when Qin Tian knocked Meng Yao down for the second time, their movements were more intense.
Because his hands were cuffed, and he couldn't use them for support, Qin Tian ended up pressing his whole body onto Meng Yao.
"Umm, you, get off me," Meng Yao blushed and pushed hard against Qin Tian.
"I would if I could, but my hands are locked in your handcuffs," Qin Tian said awkwardly, looking at Meng Yao while licking his lips.
Her mouth was a bit dry, but that fragrant taste was very special, comfortable.
Looking down, Meng Yao noticed that Qin Tian's hands were handcuffed, and because he protected her, his wrists had been scraped raw from friction with the ground.
Da da da!
