Jian Xi was suddenly pulled up by Si Yuhuan and dragged straight out.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!"
Jian Xi's resistance only fueled the man's rage. She was fiercely pressed between the car window and him, his broad chest against her, leaving Jian Xi unable to move at all.
"How long do you plan to keep up this act? You know perfectly well that begging me is the most effective way, so why can't you bring yourself to bow your head?" Si Yuhuan's domineering grip on Jian Xi's chin forced her to look at him; his fierce eyes were filled more with helplessness. He rested his chin on Jian Xi's shoulder.
"I am cold-blooded and ruthless, yet I can't bring myself to lay a hand on you. Don't you have even a shred of conscience? Can't you tell that I like you?"
Ha!
Jian Xi let out a low laugh that seemed to resonate deep within her chest.
Si Yuhuan looked up, meeting the chill in Jian Xi's eyes.
