Fu Ziqian stretched out his hands, wrapping them around Qiao Chuchu's waist from behind, holding her tightly.
Like this, Qiao Chuchu couldn't even hit Fu Ziqian if she wanted to.
Within the strong embrace of Fu Ziqian's arms, she felt so small and fragile.
"Wanna give it a try?" Fu Ziqian whispered softly, his lips close to Qiao Chuchu's ear.
Qiao Chuchu couldn't help but squirm a little.
But Fu Ziqian only tightened his hold on her.
Qiao Chuchu was both angry and embarrassed.
In her heart, she harbored ambitions of beating Fu Ziqian until he cried for his mommy, but the reality was... she couldn't best him in a fight. Although Fu Ziqian was not bigger than her, she couldn't resist him at all.
The gap between her ideals and reality made Qiao Chuchu so angry she could spit blood!
"Get off me." Qiao Chuchu yelled, both angry and embarrassed, struggling fiercely.
Yet, the more she struggled, the tighter Fu Ziqian held her…
