His whole body was tense, with his blood boiling inside, veins popping on his arms, as if a ball of fire was about to explode from his chest.
Damn it! He couldn't care less at this point!
"Be good, relax a little." He deliberately softened his tone, trying to comfort her.
It was precisely this sentence that made Song Yinyin feel both ashamed and furious.
"Relax, my ass! Lu Jihan, you bastard! Let me go! If you dare to bully me today... do you believe I'll go downstairs and get a knife to stab you?!"
Song Yinyin shouted angrily through her tears, not caring about her image anymore.
He was too strong, she wanted to break free, but his tall figure was like a wall, pressing against her airtight, leaving her unable to breathe, almost fainting.
Her vision turned white, and everything blurred. His strength made her frightened.
She desperately pulled out her hand to hit his chest, frantically crying and shouting, "Lu Jihan, you bastard! Let me go! Let go, did you hear me?!"
