Shi Jingzhou glared fiercely, looking at her frightened expression, and he roared at her viciously, "Have you lost your mind? Do you have a death wish?"
Qiao Zhiyi was so startled by his shout that her heart beat chaotically at that moment.
She lay on his body, completely stiff.
Shi Jingzhou panted and said, "Get up."
Qiao Zhiyi, like a puppet, did whatever he told her.
As soon as she straightened up, Shi Jingzhou had only just gotten up from the ground, brushed off his clothes, and grabbed her hand, looking at her dumbfounded, as if she had lost her soul, and pulled her toward the car, stuffing her into the passenger seat.
Qiao Zhiyi was completely out of sorts, her mind a mess, not knowing what to do anymore.
Shi Jingzhou buckled her seatbelt roughly with a frigid expression, and got into the car in irritation.
Throughout the ride, Qiao Zhiyi trembled all over.
Now, the fear surged up repeatedly, overwhelming her like stormy waves, giving her no place to rest.
