As he spoke, the man turned his body to the side, his right hand reaching over to grasp Tong Ran's slender calf on the back seat, scooping her whole body onto his!
"Mo Nanjue, what are you doing—"
Tong Ran was panic-stricken, and in the midst of the man's continuous high-speed turns, she had been forcibly pressed to sit on top of him, face-to-face with him, "Have you lost your mind? We're driving!"
With one hand on the steering wheel and the other around her waist, the man's thin lips curved up slightly, "Why, are you afraid you'll die on top of me?"
Ignoring his words, Tong Ran clenched her right fist and pounded on his shoulder, "Let go of me! Stop joking about things like this! It's really dangerous!"
While saying this, Tong Ran forcefully raised her right leg, attempting to climb down from on top of him.
This late at night, the outside was pitch-dark, and he was still speeding recklessly—did he have a death wish?!
