"Of course, I should inform Bingbing," Xia Qingtian said as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "Even though you two are pretend lovers, out of respect, you should tell her that now you have a committed relationship. She needs to keep her distance, and the deal of pretending should be off."
While she was saying these, she took out her phone, brought up Cheng Bingbing's number, and prepared to call her.
Yet, before she could press the dial button, Huo Qilin's expression changed dramatically; he seized her arm so forcefully that it felt like he could break her wrist.
Huo Qilin, overwhelmed by emotions, shouted, "No, don't tell her!"
Xia Qingtian's ears were ringing, and she could barely pay attention to the almost excruciating grip on her wrist.
"Why are you shouting?" She tried to escape from Huo Qilin's grip, but his strength was too overwhelming. Instead of freeing herself, Huo Qilin seemed to think she was about to call Cheng Bingbing.