44: Chapter 44 Gu Yixuan, let me out!
44 -44 Gu Yixuan, let me out!
What was even more infuriating was that in that photograph of Zhang Yan, it was only certain that one person was her, but the other person was unidentifiable.
If someone were to see it, they would definitely start guessing wildly about what man she was sleeping with.
Compared to her anger, Gu Yixuan appeared very calm, one hand controlling the steering wheel and the other resting on the car window, stroking his chin.
His eyes fixated on the road ahead, his face expressionless.
“Speak, what do you mean!
Why did you take that kind of photo, it was intentional, wasn’t it?!”
Gu Yixuan glanced at her indifferently, “Yes, I did it on purpose.” Content originally comes from novel-fire.ɴet
“You!” Mo Ran was fuming, “Why won’t you let me go?
What have I done to offend you?!”
The man’s somber eyes stared at her, his voice icy, “Don’t you know what you did to offend me?”
Mo Ran shook her head, “I don’t!
Is it just because I don’t want to be your woman?”
Gu Yixuan sneered, “Isn’t that enough to offend me?
You keep going back on your word.
Do you think I’m made of clay, without any anger?
Mo Ran, let me tell you, you can’t handle the consequences of opposing me.
If you dare to play games with me, I have a thousand ways to play you to death!”
He glared at her menacingly, his angelic features revealing a devilish expression.
Mo Ran was alarmed, feeling as if the blood in her body had stopped flowing.
I want to get off, stop the car!” She didn’t want to stay with this man any longer; he was too terrifying.
Seeing that he didn’t stop, she attempted to wrestle the steering wheel from him, “Stop the car, I want to get off, do you hear me!”
As they struggled back and forth, the car started to swerve wildly on the road.
With no other choice, Gu Yixuan raised his hand and struck her on the neck, knocking her out.
Without any compassion, he pushed her away forcefully.
Mo Ran’s body fell back into the seat, her head hitting the car window with a ‘thud’.
Groggily opening her eyes, Mo Ran felt a sharp pain in her neck.
She realized she was lying in an unfamiliar room, alarm bells ringing in her head.
She sat up abruptly, checking her body.
Thankfully, she was still dressed.
“I have no interest in dead bodies.” A cold voice sounded; there was someone else in the room.
Gu Yixuan was sitting on a sofa to the side, one leg crossed over the other, flicking a lighter open and closed, making a clicking, clicking noise.
Only a desk lamp was on in the room, and much of his features were hidden in shadow, indistinct.