Qin Qingdi struggled like a little chick in Xi Jiu's hands a few times, but ultimately couldn't escape the devil's death grip.
She drooped her shoulders and looked pitifully at Ruan Qi, "Ruan Ruan, save me..."
A slightly dazed Ruan Qi promptly snapped back to reality.
"Jiujiu." She called softly.
Xi Jiu, who just now had a stern face like a god of death, immediately reined in his murderous aura and released his grip on Qin Qingdi's collar.
"No random hugging or pouncing." he warned in a deep voice, "If you do it again, you can forget about keeping your hand."
Having regained her freedom, Qin Qingdi instinctively felt her hand hurt.
She weakly hugged her paw, "Ruan Ruan, Brother Jiu is so fierce..."
Ruan Qi couldn't help but chuckle lightly.
She walked forward and held Qin Qingdi's hand, asking joyfully, "Sister Xiaodi, what are you doing here?"
