Anran watched helplessly as the two people left, the weight of the person on her making her almost collapse, "Duan Xingzhou, get off me."
Get off?
Duan Xingzhou didn't get off, instead, he rubbed against her again, letting out a 'hehe' laugh, "Wifey... I missed you, wifey, give me a hug..."
Anran gritted her teeth, and finally having no other option, she lifted her foot and stomped hard on his foot.
Duan Xingzhou grunted, his grip loosening, and Anran took the opportunity to push him away, regardless of whether he could stand steadily, she flung him aside, opened the car door, and got in.
Duan Xingzhou swayed but didn't fall; he leaned against the car instead.
At this moment, he didn't care about his image at all, acting like a rogue, lying on the hood and refusing to budge.
Although Anran hid in the car, the situation seemed even thornier. With him lying there, how could she drive away?
