Suddenly, Pei Qin's voice broke through, and Fang Hui, who was in the midst of crying and shouting, quickly turned her head to see Pei Qin still wearing a smile, immediately feeling uneasy.
"It's this hand, isn't it!" Pei Qin grabbed her right wrist with an undeniable grip.
Since eating something in the morning, she had been busy outside until now, and her hands were very cold. As soon as Pei Qin grabbed her, a chill ran through Fang Hui's heart. It felt like something was coiling around her hand, and with a shiver, she quickly yanked back, "What do you want to do!? Are you trying to hit me!?"
Pei Qin held onto her wrist tightly without letting go, her other hand joining in.
A cracking sound was heard immediately after.
Then came Fang Hui's sharp, agonized scream, "Ahhhhh—"