C33 Quiet but full of life

Ziyan Qing sat quietly in the backseat, the little woman still unconscious in his arms.

The car sped through the rain-drenched streets, tires hissing against the asphalt.

She remained motionless, lost in the effects of the tranquilizers. He held her close, one hand wrapped firmly around her waist while the other gently brushed the scattered strands of hair from her face