C250 Must be a Clown

"No feeling?" Huo Shaoqi was in an even worse mood. He put his hand on the bruise on Lu Qingrann's shoulder and then... pressed hard...

"How about this?"

Lu Qingrann frowned slightly and avoided Huo Shaoqi's hand. "What are you doing? If you don't touch it, it won't hurt. If you deliberately press that place, it will definitely hurt!"

Holding Lu Qingrann's wrist and walking out