This time, Yan Kuan braked even harder than before. Shen Xiaoxiao's shoulder was burning from the seatbelt. It was already summer, and she was wearing a thin casual outfit. One could imagine the pain.
"You're crazy."
Crazy? This word could really be used to describe Yan Kuan's current mood.
Initially, he thought that he could persevere until the hotel to deal with this wretched girl. However, at this moment, he felt that she was indeed his nemesis. A few simple words had already pushed him to a critical point.
At this moment, the only two things he wanted to do were to kill... The second thing was to do her. He wanted to ruthlessly do her until she no longer had the strength to open her mouth and say these words that made him want to kill her.
"Hey, hey, this is the car and we're on the street. Are you crazy?"
