Her nose suddenly felt a little sour. Qiao Xiaomai sniffled and was about to speak when Tong Sanlang abruptly pushed her away, "Ah, I was just too excited."
His tone carried frustration, cautiousness, and nervousness. He didn't dare look at Qiao Xiaomai and turned around to get dressed, "Hurry up and get up, it's late!"
Last time, he had touched Qiao Xiaomai without her permission and got a kick to the chest for it.
And now, in his excitement, he had hugged her!
Stupid hands, such stupid hands! They ought to be chopped off!
Qiao Xiaomai: "..."
She stared at Tong Sanlang's panicked movements, feeling as if a ball of frustration was wedged in her chest, neither to be swallowed nor spat out. Just touching her seemed like committing some grand injustice—was this the image Tong Sanlang held of her now?
She had really pushed Tong Sanlang far enough...
