C168 Disordered Relationships Frank Words

My phone's at 23: 20.

The narrow space makes it impossible for me to escape.

I could only watch helplessly as Zhang Zhiqiang approached me.

The smell of sweat instantly filled my nose.

"Let me go. . . "

I struggled and leaned my head against the window.

My voice was broken and there was a hint of panic in it.

As for Zhang Zhiqiang, he didn't care about my reaction at all