C32 I Don't Want You to Take Me Home

The car turned a corner, then stopped. The man who had stolen Jian Zhiyan from Lu Yanting got out of the car.

The car started up again and disappeared into the traffic.

"Ugh …" "So thirsty …"

A high-end car was emitting a warm light, while Jane Zhiyan was sitting on the man's lap, hugging his neck. Her fair and clear face was buried between his neck, restlessly moving around his ears