Jiang Xi moved and her back hit the steering wheel, feeling the man's suppressed anger.
They looked at each other.
Rong Nian's pupils were deep, like the night sea, profound and dangerous, as if about to devour her.
Jiang Xi immediately sensed an unprecedented danger and reached for the car door.
The next second, the seat fell backwards, and she slammed hard against Rong Nian.
"President Rong..."
Rong Nian cradled her face and leaned in for a kiss, but just as their lips were about to touch, he paused in mid-air.
Jiang Xi nervously swallowed, only to see him move away; just as she breathed a sigh of relief, her neck was caught mercilessly in his grip.
"Shoo."
Something exploded in her head, and after a blankness, there were spectacularly brilliant fireworks.
In the cramped car, where the space was too confined for either to stretch their legs, and though it was broad daylight outside, inside it became increasingly restricted.
