C130 The Sweetness of the Playground
The hand that was grabbing Kang Nuo's shirt was suddenly held in the opposite direction. Before he could react, his waist was wrapped around his back and he was forced to retreat to the shrub fence behind him.
His back was protected. But perhaps his shirt was too thin. The branches that occasionally popped out from the neatly trimmed shrub fence still hurt when they pierced his back
