"Let go!"
Quan Tianyou reached out and grabbed Zhuang Zixin's hand, forcefully trying to pull her hand away, not caring at all if he might hurt her.
"I won't let go!"
Zhuang Zixin tightly embraced him from behind, pressing her face against his broad back, greedily inhaling his masculine scent.
How long had it been since she had been this close to him? It seemed like the last time was that night when he was drunk, having gotten close to him, and there had been no opportunity since. Not that she didn't want to, but he simply wouldn't allow her to get close.
"Tianyou, I beg you, don't be so cold to me anymore, okay?"
Zhuang Zixin started to cry softly, "Every day now is a countdown of my life, each day less makes me so anxious. I can't waste any more time! ..."
"Zhuang Zixin, what does that have to do with me?"
