Chen Muxue propped herself up with some effort, her head still pounding. After Lin Qing's loud voice startled her, her mind became even more of a chaotic mess.
"Fairy? Where's my goddess sister?" Chen Muxue forced her eyes wide open and looked around, but didn't find the so-called fairy. She then took a deep breath and pinched her brow. "Why the shouting?"
Lin Qing felt a bit embarrassed, his wrist still held by Chen Muxue's hand. He didn't plan on pulling his hand away, surprised at how cold her hand was. Are all girls' hands like this? No wonder they all seem like they'd topple over with a gust of wind, like Shi'er...
But that's strange; his impression before was that Chen Muxue was very strong, the type who could easily kill a bull.
He looked down and saw Chen Muxue's slightly exposed wrist was quite slender. Her hand was defined, with clear knuckles, but perhaps due to long-term work, had some thin calluses.
