C25 Cold War
Zhang Peichen smiled lightly. This awkward look was exactly the same as five years ago.
He grabbed Muh Ying with his long arm and wrapped her in his arms. Zhang Peichen lowered his head and carefully examined the wound on her arm.
Muh Ying was stunned by his sudden movement. She pouted and struggled with dissatisfaction. "What?"
"Don't move.." Zhang Peichen grabbed her arm and exerted force