She shrank a little. She was still frightened by the "lesson" he had taught her on the bed last time. She didn't dare to irritate him too much. She had to give in, "I... I'm tired and want to go back to sleep. Open the door and let me out. "
He gave her a gloomy look, slammed on the gas and the car sped forward.
"I'm at the door of my home. I won't go to your place." She wanted to cry. This guy must have been the reincarnation of a tyrant. He was arbitrary and only acted according to his own will. He never cared about other people's feelings. She curled up in the chair, and there was no more resistance, only a sad look of being cut and ready to be slaughtered.
The car was shrouded in a quiet and dark color.
For a long time, his voice, like a rock falling into the ice, came in a low voice, "did my brother send you back just now?"
"Yes, we had dinner together tonight." She said lightly, looking out of the window, not at him.
