"Let go!" the young girl said, biting his wrist and looking at him with blurred eyes.
Xi Jiu quickly released his hand.
Ruan Qi scrambled up, clutching her neck and looking at him with an accusing face.
The man had used fifty percent of his strength just now, and the girl's skin was delicate; purplish red marks were already appearing on her neck.
Xi Jiu looked at the purplish red marks, feeling inexplicably anxious.
In his haste, he stretched out his arm, pressed against the back of Ruan Qi's head, and scooped her toward him.
Then he lowered his head, and his thin lips approached her neck—blowing air.
Ruan Qi: "..."
Shen Wenqian: "..."
The sound of 'shoosh shoosh shoosh' blowing could be heard coming and going beside her ear.
The warm, moist breath brushed over her skin, causing tiny goosebumps to rise.
This was the first time in her nineteen years of life that Ruan Qi had encountered such a situation.