'Is this karma?'
Jin Ran was starting to question his life choices.
By now, Yang Jiao was no longer sleepy, and she couldn't even clearly remember what had just happened.
Her head just felt stuffy, and a wave of irritation mixed with drowsiness washed over her as she looked at Jin Ran.
She grabbed a handful of Jin Ran's hair, messing up his handsome hairstyle completely. Yang Jiao demanded, "Where are you taking me?"
"I'm taking you home!" Jin Ran roared. "I saved you! How can you be so vicious? I was doing this for my sister-in-law—"
Before he could finish, Yang Jiao pulled a spare strap from her purse, restrained Jin Ran with it, and pinned him against the seat.
It was the first time Jin Ran had ever been beaten and pinned down like this, and by a young woman, no less.
This Yang Jiao was too formidable; he really couldn't beat her.
Yang Jiao used nothing but skillful techniques, and while she was closing in, Jin Ran was too busy making a fuss and trying to explain.
