CHAPTER EIGHTY
Cynthia's POV
"Hey! What are you doing?!" I yelled at him.
"Will you please slow down?" I added as I was trying hard not to stumble down to the ground.
"Hey!" I yelled at him once more.
He might have lost his sense of hearing as he was acting like someone who wasn't able to hear something.
Is he okay? Why was he acting strange?
His eyes were like having a large dark circle. He indeed looked like an angry panda right now.
"Will you please loosen your grip on my wrist, it's so tight that I might somehow feel that the bones were slowly cracking and breaking inside," I pleaded.
Without giving me further notice, he abruptly stopped which caused my face to almost land on his back head.
Thankfully I was able to put some force into my legs which was the reason why
