His voice was like a clear mountain spring, rendered even more melodious and moving because he intentionally softened it, echoing in the tight space of the back compartment with a captivating charm.
But for Jian Anning, his teasing had long since become ineffective. At this moment, she only felt the discomfort of being teased.
The two of them sat in the back seat, and though it was designed like a motorhome, Jian Anning was originally seated in a small corner by the door. When Yu Zexiao leaned his tall frame towards her, her space was instantly compressed significantly. She could only slowly move back.
She was thoroughly fed up with his sometimes brutal, sometimes teasing demeanor. She was a person, not a pet, not some little dog he could play with when he was pleased and take his anger out on when he wasn't.
Furthermore, she wouldn't let him oppress her without restraint under the guise of being a celebrity anymore. As long as he didn't provoke her, she didn't care what he did!
