C139 Concealment

Forced into Qi Yuan's arms, An Li felt his body soften. He twisted his body and said softly, "Qi Yuan, let go of me."

"No, tell me, who am I to you, eh?" Not only did Qi Yuan not let go, he even tightened his restraints, pressing her body tightly against his chest.

An Li felt his back burn and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. "Qi Yuan, let go of me first. My hand hurts