Inside the car, Ye Xiao was trapped within the firm and solid arms of the man, unable to break free.
Her heart felt like it was trampled by ten thousand horses, unable to find peace.
Ye Xiao closed her eyes, gasping for breath as she stared at the handsome, cold face above her. Her voice was tense, "Mr. Rong, this is our first meeting, and I don't recall offending you."
First meeting?
Rong Mochen tightened his grip, his thin lips coldly approaching her soft ear, "Just by saying that, you've already offended me."
"..."
Ye Xiao, furious, laughed instead. Her peach blossom eyes shone bright under the dim car light, "Then can I take back what I said?"
"Words, once spoken, are like water spilled," Rong Mochen said indifferently.
Ye Xiao closed her eyes, still smiling, "Can I apologize?"
"I don't accept it!" Rong Mochen lowered his gaze, his deep, dark eyes intensely locked onto her.
