Ye Chen held the dagger, ready to cut the seatbelt on the young woman's chest, but a wave of dizziness hit him, and his hand suddenly landed on her full bosom. Ye Chen felt a moment of tenderness, and quickly snapped back to reality, embarrassed: "Sorry, sorry!"
"It's okay, hero, as long as you save us, mother and daughter, I... I'm willing to spend a night with you!" The young woman looked at the pale-faced Ye Chen.
"No need!" Ye Chen immediately cut through both of their seatbelts, then tore off the young woman's jacket, saying: "I need to borrow your clothes!"
Ye Chen decisively cut the clothes into strips, then twisted the strips together, making a rope about three meters long. Ye Chen looked up at the young woman: "Carry your child!"
