Zhao Peng hoisted Ye Xi and dived into the nearby sugarcane field.
No matter how much she screamed, it was useless; his feet didn't stop for a moment.
This place was some distance from the village houses, separated by a large stretch of fish ponds, and no sound could travel across.
Unless someone passed by.
To avoid encountering anyone, Zhao Peng moved swiftly, and in no time, he had emerged from the sugarcane field.
Ye Xi's face and arms were sliced by the sugarcane leaves, and all the blood in her body rushed to her head. Before long, she couldn't even scream.
The smell of body odor and sweat on Zhao Peng's body mixed together, exceedingly pungent.
Ye Xi's stomach churned, and tears streamed down her face out of desperation. But no matter how much she struggled, Zhao Peng was determined not to let go.
Zhao Peng didn't know if he was trying to reassure her or himself, panting as he walked. His mouth never stopped chattering, rambling on incessantly.
