The hands that clasped the wrists were so hard, so cold.

Mianmian's back was pressed against the cool wall, she could feel his suppressed anger, but she didn't know what he was angry about.

All she knew was that if she didn't answer properly, he seemed to break her wrist.

Mianmian's white lips moved, and she spit out two words with some difficulty,......

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