C181 Don't Make Me Hate You

The force on his waist was so strong that Jiang Yanxing nearly burst into tears. When she heard the familiar but exceptionally hoarse voice, she could not help but chuckle. "What do you care?"

The two hands behind him were bound by the man, so he couldn't move.

There were no lights on in the car, and the seat cushion under his buttocks also gave off a very cheap and touching feeling