The blue-eyed man appeared even more sinister and cold-hearted in the night. His shoulder-length hair was tied at the back, exposing a full forehead and well-defined features. He tilted his head and looked at her coldly.
"What do I want to do? Ha, you asked the wrong question. Actually, you should ask: what have I done."
Yan Jian trembled violently, hurriedly lowering her head to look at her own body.
What she saw was chaos. Her short skirt had been flipped up to her waist, and her pink crumpled silk panties... had been torn apart.
Her body, her every bit of delicate beauty not meant to be shown to others, was now exposed in a strange car, displayed in front of a strange man!
Yan Jian let out a sharp scream, "You're an animal!"
He sneered, his fingertip brushed past his lips, deliberately licking that finger: "...Your taste, like cherry blossoms."
