Song Qiao remained still, her head down as she looked at the man's arm encircling her waist. Her back had just been bumped by the man behind her, causing a bit of pain that made her frown slightly, yet she spoke up, "Lu Jingchen, my back is still injured, are you trying to torment me to death?"
Lu Jingchen's body stiffened, and the next second, he quickly let go of her but still held onto her arm to prevent her from leaving immediately. His voice carried a hint of urgency as he said, "Is something wrong? Sorry, I forgot just now."
Song Qiao's brows furrowed. Despite the pain making her feel like she might cry, her expression remained relatively calm as she replied softly, "It's nothing."
