C133 Worry

The more Mi Qiao struggled, the tighter Xing Mowei held her. He liked to play this kind of game with her.

Suddenly, Mi Qiao shook her head and accidentally bumped into Xing Mowei's tall and straight nose.

She didn't feel much strength either. Xing Mowei's nose started to bleed, and the more blood flowed, the more it dripped onto Mi Qiao's chest