Chapter 39: Do You Remember Saving a Child from the Pond at Chengxi Park?
The tap water in early spring was freezing cold, making Qiao Nan jolt all over.
Seeing his reaction, Mu Xiangxiang instinctively stepped forward to turn off the faucet, but the moment the chill touched her skin, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
The hand gripping her was somewhat small, somewhat pale, somewhat delicate— yet it carried a strength completely at odds with its appearance.