Return My Qingqing to Me

Hearing the name "Ning Yao", Xu Junxi stiffened and quickly let go of her hand and looked back.

There was no one behind him.

There was a sneer of mockery by his ear. When Xu Junxi looked back again, Ning Qing caressed her wrist with one hand while she left without looking back.

Xu Junxi clenched his fists tightly, and fury bubbled through his chest. He chased after her with quick steps and his big palms pinned Ning Qing's shoulder down and pressed her against the wall.

Ning Qing looked at Xu Junxi with clear eyes, her little face turning cold. "Xu Junxi, are you a psychopath? You're not going to be content unless you harass me by being intimate with me, are you? Please clarify what on earth you want to do once and for all."

"Harass? Hah, Ning Qing, are you even fit to use this word! I'm the one who wants to ask you what you really want to do, why do you have to fight Yao Yao in every way, why do you always appear in front of me?"