C161 Painting Room

Yun'er's heart raced with fear as the white hand suddenly sprang to life, seizing her wrist with an iron grip and yanking her forward.

"Zhou Pu..." Yun'er's voice was tinged with terror, distorted by the abrupt turn of events. Her entire palm was dragged into the drawer, her wrist clamped so tightly she thought it might snap. Had it not been for her other hand clinging to the table's edge