[ming yi's grip loosens, and frankly, shi qingxuan can't contemplate why. not with how her head is spinning from being slammed against the wall like that. her hands are on his, now, over his wrists, trying to loosen his hold on her neck. it's the confusion that gets him to actually loosen it just the slightest bit.
she wheezes, trying to breathe - and is vaguely aware of endorsi's warning. it's hard to hear right now (thanks, furby monster) and even harder to think (thanks, ming yi, for the probable concussion), but it's enough - their necks - to get her to abandon her futile efforts to make him let go of her neck. she reaches up for his neck, instead, missing the first time and then trying again. she can't quite get a grip on him, but she can grasp a little wildly, her fingers brushing against the back of his neck.]
I'm sorry...
[the words come out choked and pained, quiet, barely audible.]
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she wheezes, trying to breathe - and is vaguely aware of endorsi's warning. it's hard to hear right now (thanks, furby monster) and even harder to think (thanks, ming yi, for the probable concussion), but it's enough - their necks - to get her to abandon her futile efforts to make him let go of her neck. she reaches up for his neck, instead, missing the first time and then trying again. she can't quite get a grip on him, but she can grasp a little wildly, her fingers brushing against the back of his neck.]
I'm sorry...
[the words come out choked and pained, quiet, barely audible.]