Tang Yige's face was flushed, and her grip on his shirt unconsciously loosened.
Tang Yige furrowed her brows, trying to push him away.
But it backfired, and instead, she was caught and unable to break free.
Tang Yige was anxious, angry, and embarrassed, punching his chest with her fists.
Not wanting this.
The more Tang Yige hit him, the more frenzied and excited he became, cornering Yige into the nook of the back seat, trapping her there securely, kissing her more deeply.
Tang Yige's head was dizzy, not for anything else, purely because she couldn't breathe.
Before Tang Yige felt she would suffocate, someone finally showed mercy and released her lips.
But before Tang Yige could relax, he lifted her hand along his belt and downward.
Her expression became anxious and terrified, desperately trying to retract her hand.
Helpless against Rong Sinan's strength, no matter how hard Tang Yige tried, she couldn't escape the thing in her palm.
