"I'm asking you something." The young man grabbed Xin Qing's wrist angrily. His eyes instantly became colder, and his fingers unconsciously tightened his grip.
"Are you bleeding again?" She looked at Jiu Qianmo calmly, as if the boy was not holding her hand, and she didn't feel any pain at all.
Jiu Qianmo didn't answer, but his hand was firmly on her wrist, which was still tightly twisted by him.
His fingertips were cold.
It seemed to relieve her severe pain.
"Let her go." He looked directly at him and said calmly.
"So what if I don't let go?" He smiled coldly, suddenly exerted force in a provocative manner, and stared at Jiu Qianmo with cold eyes.
"So you fell in love with her again. Your feelings are really single-minded." The young man's tone was tinged with anger. He suddenly let go of Xin Qing's hand and punched her.
"Don't touch him." There was a loud noise, and the boy who was hit directly on the chin staggered back several steps.
Xin Qing could feel the young man looking at her a little deeper, his brows furrowed and his jawbone tense.
"Do you know how disgusting he is? How can you help him without hesitation?" The young man looked at Xin Qing as if he was watching a farce.
nausea?
"I don't know who you are, and I don't know how disgusting he is." There was a gentle and obedient smile on Xinqing's lips, but the wanton provocation in her eyes made the young man unable to ignore it.
"All I know is that this is our campus festival. Anyone who has no interest in it is asked to leave as soon as possible." Tranquility is a kind of power. Excessive tranquility is a kind of fear.