Chapter 408 Your Antics
- He stared at her pale, tiny hand which was reaching out for him. The hand almost touched his face as it inched closer and closer to him.
- Eventually, he reached his mental breaking point and instantly released his fists, intending to pull her in for a hug. He hoped that she could rest in his arms and forget about her worries.
- However, another hand beat him in speed. Lu Xinang was here; he grasped Xia Micheng’s slender and pale wrist. “Micheng, it’s me!”