Bam!
The wine glass shattered from the forceful grip, shards of glass embedding into Fu Qingshuang's palm, her entire left hand instantly becoming a bloody mess. Fu Qingshuang widened her eyes in terror, the pain in her palm piercing, "Ah——"
"What's with the screaming?" Luo Xiao squinted his eyes, gripping her bleeding wrist, and pushed it toward the railing again!
"Ah——!!"
Her entire palm was nearly pierced by the sharp railing, Fu Qingshuang's features contorted with pain, Luo Xiao stepped back two steps, and she slid down with him, "My hand, my hand——"
Her whole body trembled, her entire hand looked as if it were soaked in blood. Luo Xiao crouched down, pinching her chin, "Isn't your hand perfectly fine? When you threatened me back then, how did this hand hold the coffee cup, Qingshuang, do you remember?"
His tone was intensely heavy when he called "Qingshuang," and Fu Qingshuang only felt a piercing cold envelop her, shaking her head desperately, "Xiao, don't, don't..."
