Xiao Zijin was already feeling dizzy, and being suddenly spun around by He Tingxiao made her even dizzier.
Unsteady, she fell directly into his arms, her head bumping into He Tingxiao's taut chest muscles.
"Hiss~"
Xiao Zijin sucked in a sharp breath, mumbling softly while nestled in He Tingxiao's arms, "So hard... It hurts."
Xiao Wu: "!!!!"
His jaw almost dropped to the ground!
Miss Rourou, what kind of wild and shameless words are these?!
And there was something even more shocking!
Xiao Zijin, her head aching from the impact, tilted her head slightly as she leaned into He Tingxiao's arms, squinting her eyes. She raised her hand to rub it.
Perhaps because of her dizziness, her hand missed her forehead and instead landed squarely on He Tingxiao's chest.
Once it landed, she began to rub.
Xiao Wu stared, practically holding his breath.
He was genuinely afraid that the next second, Miss Rourou's head and hand would both be twisted off by her "owner."
"Why is it swollen?"