"En?"
Again?
Mi Yao understood, he was doing this on purpose.
He knew she was drugged, he was playing with her!
Mi Yao bit her red lips with her fine white teeth, then reached out her small hand to pull at the car door; she wanted to get out.
"Mi Yao, are you crazy? Do you want to jump out of the car?" At this moment, a strong arm clutched her supple waist and forcefully dragged her into his embrace, the man's voice low and strict by her snow-white earlobe.
Mi Yao couldn't stand hearing his voice now, especially when their bodies were close together, only separated by a thin layer of cloth. She could clearly feel his strong and well-built muscles. She was under the influence of the drug; how could she resist such masculine charm?
"Let go of me!"
"Yaoyao," Feng Yueming's voice had already turned hoarse, "let me help you."
How would he help?
It was already self-explanatory.
