Jian Yang rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, then nodded. "You're right. Youxue doesn't like to bother others. I'll help her find a place outside once her foot heals."
Si Xiujin nodded slightly.
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Inside the car.
The air pressure felt stifling.
Qin Youxue sat in the passenger seat, unconsciously holding her breath.
The man beside her emanated a suffocating tension. Though he remained silent, it still felt as though she couldn't breathe.
"Screeeech—!"
The sports car, which had been moving smoothly, suddenly braked harshly. Qin Youxue's nerves reached their breaking point; the moment the car stopped, she immediately turned the door handle, ready to escape.
Yet before she could even open the door, her arm was seized. In an instant, he pinned her down inside the car, his heavy gaze boring into her.
"I regret it now..." he murmured softly, almost as if talking to himself.
