Xian Zihao moved closer, and the smell of tobacco lingered in her nose.
His voice was soft and seductive. His pale lips brushed her ears.
Jiang Ruolan could not contain her nervousness as she turned her body to the side to avoid the attack. At the same time, she raised her hand to block the incoming attack, preventing him from approaching.
I am your husband!" Xian Zihao laughed softly; at the same time, he held Jiang Ruolan's hand.
Jiang Ruolan's eyes widened in shock, the deep light in Xian Zihao's eyes was like a dark wave that nearly engulfed her. She was forced into a corner, and there was no way out for her anymore.
It was still raining, and the atmosphere in the car became more intimate. She wanted to curse Xian Zihao's mother for giving birth to a man like him.
Jiang Ruolan immediately bit her lip, and her doe-eyes stared into Xian Zihao's evil-looking eyes. His unique yet pleasant smell completely enveloped her.
