"Women aren't scarce, but I lack you," Si Ling said in a lowered voice, his face suddenly pressing toward her.
Gu Nanqiao quickly turned her head to avoid him; her cheek brushed against his cold, hard mask, and she felt a trace of chill spreading.
She felt somewhat panicked, completely unsure of what to do.
There weren't many people on this road, and even if there were, she guessed no one would intervene.
Si Ling's behavior today completely overturned her expectations; she always remembered him as gentle and refined.
But today... Could it be that everything before was just a deception?
Just as she was thinking about how to escape his entanglement, she suddenly heard a car window roll down and a young child's voice followed, "Bad man, let go of my mom!"
The tone and presence were quite formidable.
Chengcheng stuck his head out, his little face full of anger, glaring fiercely at him.
Si Ling, hearing his voice, also froze for a moment, then instinctively turned to look back.
