A strange person.
That was Xie Qingjiu's first reaction. Being twisted and held tightly in his arms was uncomfortable, and it even pressed against the injury on her hand. Since she wasn't as tall as him, it was more like being dragged against his chest. Yet she didn't dare resist, and could only let him hold her.
"Hisss—" The pressure on her right hand hurt a bit, and she felt the wound had split open.
Chapter 45