Minutes later, on the empty streets of Yixing City…
A woman could be heard muttering curses under her breath as a man carried her on his back like a princess who regretted being born.
Ning Xue's entire body pressed against him, and with her clothes shredded, the contact was too much. Her soft breasts were squished against his back, her thighs locked around his waist. Every bump in the road made her want to bury her face in his neck and die from embarrassment.
A lone streetlamp flickered above them.
Firetrucks screamed past toward the crater they left behind.
Ning Xue turned her head, watching them with a complicated look.
"She's… not following us. Thank heavens…" she breathed out, relief spilling into her voice.
"Hm." Wang Xiao didn't even look.
He knew Fiona would stop the moment he stepped in.
