The storm at the birthday banquet (14)

Her waist suddenly hit a hard chest. Xu Ying wanted to move back a little, but the restraint on the back of her waist made her unable to move back.

"Leng Yerong! I don't want to dance! It's the same for you and him!"

"Are you scared?"

Compared to her flustered and exasperated look, his voice was calm and was tinged with an imperceptible sense of pity.

Xu Ying's strong calmness collapsed because of his words. Her back trembled. She bit her lower lip and didn't say anything.

How could he not be scared?

She had seen her sister-in-law fall down the stairs with her own eyes. Her brother had followed her without a care for anything else. The visual impact was still vivid in her mind. She closed her eyes and the image was still in her mind.

On her back, a big palm patted her twice gently, a gesture of comfort. "It's okay. Just treat it as a dream and forget everything."

"Did cousin Jin ask you to use the beauty trap?"