Han Jing'er was sitting in the car, her head was "buzzing" and she was in chaos. She felt that all this was like a dream, not real or realistic.

At an intersection, the red light came on and the car stopped.

Han Jing'er sat in the passenger seat with a dull face, looking at the passers-by in front of her, crossing the zebra crossing in front.

At this time, there was a huge crowd of people, walking in a hurry, and every face was indifferent and unfamiliar. Han Jing'er didn't move, just looked at it blankly. There were many incoherent things in her mind.

Thoughts passed by, but she couldn't catch any of them. She was just unsatisfied and trembling all over.

Cheng Yiming's eyes stared in the rearview mirror.

Han Jing'er didn't look at him, but she still felt that the young man's eyes staring at her in the rearview mirror were evil, sharp, and unfathomable, flashing with something that was difficult to fathom.

The interior of the carriage is filled with rich gray, which is dark, secluded, a bit lonely, a bit ethereal, and elusive, unable to be resolved or escaped.

After the green light turned on, Cheng Yiming stepped on the accelerator again.

The wind howled outside the car window.

Gradually, Cheng Yiming's car gradually drove away from the hustle and bustle of the city and drove to a quiet place, arriving at a cold and quiet road where he didn't know the direction or where it was.

There were a lot of trees there, with few pedestrians and not many vehicles. Suddenly, Cheng Yiming drove the car to the side of the road and suddenly braked suddenly.

Han Jing'er's body suddenly thrust forward unexpectedly.

At this moment, Cheng Yiming stretched out his arm to resist.

Han Jing'er fell into Cheng Yiming's arms all of a sudden. Through her clothes, she felt the temperature of Cheng Yiming's body and his powerful beating heart in his chest.

Cheng Yiming's arm lay across Han Jing'er's chest, and his hot breath passed over her cheek again and again.

Han Jing'er's face turned red, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She struggled and pushed Cheng Yiming away hard. But Cheng Yiming's arms wrapped around her so tightly that she could not move.

"Cheng Yiming, what do you want to do?"

"Tell me, what do I want to do?"

"Cheng Yiming, let me go!"

Cheng Yiming's voice was as eerie as coming from hell. He said word for word: "Why should I let you go? Han Jing'er, I've been waiting for this opportunity for 12 years! A full 12 years.

Time, think about it, how long it is! It’s so long that you go from a 10-year-old girl to a 22-year-old young girl."

Han Jing'er was still struggling, struggling hopelessly: "Cheng Yiming, let me go!"

Cheng Yiming did not let go of Han Jing'er.

The clothes on her body flew away one by one under Cheng Yiming's rough and powerful fingers. Han Jing'er's blue warm jeans and her underwear to cover up her shame were also severely touched by Cheng Yiming's rough and powerful fingers.

Tear it off.

By this time night had fallen.

The street lights came on. Pedestrians were even rarer and could hardly be seen. Vehicles passed by one after another, and no one noticed. No one noticed the car parked on the road. No one noticed the thrilling scene inside the car.

At this time, Han Jing'er bit her lip tightly and resisted fiercely.

Resisting Cheng Yiming's brutal approach.

The two of them stopped talking or making any noise in such a small place in the car, but they gritted their teeth and engaged in a silent wrestling match.
Chapter completed!