C139 Whose life is cheap?

Just as the sports car was about to hit Ye Wanqing, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Ye Wanqing's arm, and rolled on the ground.

The hand holding her was strong enough to pull her into a thick chest before rolling to the ground with her.

Ye Wanqing could smell the familiar scent of a man's perfume. That man used his hands to cover the back of her head