"What are you doing?" Long Chenli's voice was hoarse. Qiao Anyan's palms were very cold, which undoubtedly gave him some safety. However, it was almost under his control that he tightened his grip on Qiao Anyan's wrist and threw her away.

"Right … I'm sorry …" Qiao Anyan could feel the pulling force in her hand. It hurt slightly, but she wasn't angry because she knew that her movements were too abrupt.

Logically speaking, no matter how anxious she was, she ...