The iron pincer-like arms wrapped around his waist, tightening more and more, like the golden hoop on Sun Wukong's head. Liu Shimei was a little breathless, struggling slightly, and said, "Don't hug me so tightly. I'm going to suffocate!"
She struggled backward and bumped into the silly dog's hard chest. Then, she felt that he seemed to have tensed up!
The breathing behind his ears seemed to have quickened as he took a deep breath.
Liu Shimei could not help but be stunned. She wanted to turn around to see what was going on with him, but he pressed his face against the back of her head, preventing her from turning her head.
"Lingyao?" Liu Shimei was a medical student and was not some innocent young lady. How could she not feel anything when she felt threatened in some way?