The car slowed down, and the man did not speak, leaving the inside of the car engulfed in an eerie silence.
Yan Luoxi didn't know what had gotten into him, but when she saw the car slowing down, she breathed a sigh of relief, only to see him turn the steering wheel and pull over to the side of the road.
"Click," the man pulled up the handbrake.
Yan Luoxi looked at him in astonishment, seeing him unbuckle his seatbelt and then suddenly lunge at her—it was too late for her to dodge.
The man's grip was very strong, easily pressing her against the car door, his other hand pinning her chin, his handsome face closing in, his voice icy and stern, "Disgusted by my touch?"
The pain in her chin made her frown. She stared at the man's approaching handsome face, the anger in his deep eyes barely being restrained, "You're hurting me."
"Endure it!" The man's voice was cold and cutting.
