C783 An Eccentric Nie Xiaoqian

Nie Xiaoqian, ever the playful spirit.

Whoosh!

Excitement sparkled in Wen Meng's eyes as she reached out to grasp Xiaoqian's wrist once more.

Her touch was cool, her grip soft and supple, as smooth and delicate as fine jade.

This time, Wen Meng's grip on Xiaoqian's wrist was unyielding.

"Huh? I've got you!"

Lifting her hand, Wen Meng saw that she indeed held Xiaoqian's wrist in her palm