Gu Qian pushed him away with one hand, and swung her hand to slap Mo Beichen across the face. How could he force a kiss on her again and again?
Mo Beichen easily caught her wrist, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, and as he looked down at her defiant appearance, he warned in a deep voice, "Qianqian, you can't bear the consequences of angering me."
Gu Qian glared at him with reddened eyes, and pulled her hand back forcefully, wiping her lips harshly.
But the scorching heat wouldn't fade away; it seemed to burn from her lips all the way to the bottom of her heart, setting her in a panicked turmoil.
Mo Beichen's gaze darkened. He pulled at her wrist, opened the car door, pushed her into the car, and followed close behind. The black Rolls-Royce quickly sped away.
Yan Luoxi sensed something was wrong and ran over to stop them, but it was too late. She watched in a daze as the black Rolls-Royce disappeared at the intersection, stamping her feet in frustration.
