Tong Ran lay on the man's shoulder, gasping for air. Although she had her eyes tightly closed and didn't look back, she had felt the swaying of the sports car hanging on the edge!
With the slightest mishap, if they fell, they would certainly not survive or make it back up!
In that instant, all she could think of was to scream, only endless fear!
"What, scared silly?"
Compared to her drenched in sweat, Mo Nanjue was obviously much calmer. His handsome face was impassive, and feeling the woman's tremble on his body, he reached out to push aside the damp hair at her nape, "How does it feel?"
"Don't—" Tong Ran suddenly became aware of his touch, tried to roll aside to avoid it, but realized she was still sitting on top of him.
And the car was still speeding forward…
"Don't what?"
"Don't… don't…"
