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[ Well, he had not expected his wrist to suddenly be grabbed. He can only control his expression to keep it calm before both hand and wrist slam hard into the pew. Biting the inside of his cheek, he tastes his own blood but beyond the slight flinch, he keeps his expression stoic. Swallowing the mouthful of blood, he circulates energy into the self-made wound in his mouth to close the injury. ]

I was tempted for a second. [ Shen Qingqiu sees no reason why he should hide the fact that he was. Her upset is understandable, too. Why shouldn't she be mad that he attempted to take away her free-will and bind her to his shitty situation? ]

Angry. [ He corrects her. ] Angry enough to try to drag someone down with me, but --