The man was enveloped in his usual scent of vanilla, mixed with the faint aroma of alcohol. When blended together, the fragrance was somehow exceptionally appealing.
But that... that's not the point!
The point is, how did she end up being carried out?
Xu Qiaoqiao came back to her senses only to realize she had already left the police station.
Instinctively, she began to struggle: "What are you doing? Let go of me! I said, I won't go!"
However, her struggle was futile against the strength of Xu Mushen.
Xu Mushen held her tight, and after feeling the girl's struggle for a while, then stopping, he briskly walked towards his car.
As he walked, he suddenly felt warmth and dampness from within his arms, he quickly looked down.
Bathed in moonlight, he saw the girl's pale face, her large eyes shedding tears. Her face streaked with tears, looking particularly helpless.
Xu Mushen panicked for a moment, halting his steps, "You..."
But he didn't know what to say next.
