"I’m not drunk, I just want to dance!"
"Don’t go, let’s dance another time, all right?" Chen Yao gently responded to her while forcefully holding her in his arms and dragging her outside.
Mo Ran struggled discontentedly, "No, I want to dance now! I want to go dance, let go of me!"
"Be good, listen to me, you’re already drunk." The man’s face was full of helplessness, and to anyone else, he looked like a man helplessly coaxing his drunk girlfriend.
Nobody knew that Mo Ran was completely being forced.
Having left the bar, Mo Ran felt bitter inside. Was Gu Yixuan doing this on purpose, not coming to her rescue? It had been so long; even by bicycle, he should have arrived by now.
There was no other way; she had to save herself.
She bit her lip hard to stay sober and started to struggle with all her might.
Chen Yao saw her resistance, tightened his grip on the arms holding her, and forcefully led her towards a sedan.
"Let go! I don’t want to go with you, let go!" Mo Ran tried to hit him with her elbow, but he restrained her arms. Chen Yao had some moves, and Mo Ran’s modest fighting skills were no match for him.
Panic began to set in. Would she really not escape this ordeal tonight? Get full chapters from novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Mo Ran opened her mouth and shouted, "Help, help... Mmm..."
"Stop screaming! Be careful, or I’ll be rough with you!" Chen Yao covered her mouth, quickly opened the car door, and was about to stuff her inside when someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.
Who was this blind meddler?
He turned around fiercely and suddenly stiffened.
The man who had grabbed him was about one meter eighty-seven tall, wearing only a white shirt with three buttons undone, messy yet sexy. His solid chest heaved slightly, his breathing unsteady as if he had just engaged in strenuous activity.
He had stylishly tousled hair, deep-set handsome features, and a pair of pitch-black, cold and sharp eyes that were fixed tightly on him, with a flicker of murderous intent in the depths.
His hand gripped Chen Yao’s shoulder tightly, as if to crush his bones, emitting a cold and fierce aura that made Chen Yao shiver inexplicably.
Chen Yao’s instincts told him this man was not to be trifled with.
"Let her go." The man said coolly, his tone sounding more like a command.
Upon seeing him, Mo Ran’s eyes lit up, and she immediately felt a sigh of relief.
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