Racing like the wind, Zhao Ziyin realized they were heading in the wrong direction and became frantic: "Where are you taking me?"
"My place." Mo Siyu stepped on the gas, took her straight to his villa without saying a word.
"I won't go in! Go find Li Xinxin! I'm not coming to your house! You bastard! Let me go! Otherwise, I'll definitely report you! I'll report you!" No matter how harshly Zhao Ziyin cursed, Mo Siyu held her tightly, frowning silently. When her body touched his bed, Zhao Ziyin felt something was wrong—was this jerk planning to pull the same stunt as last time?
Last time, he took her away. She had thought he was a good person but turned around only to find he had forced himself on her. Was he going to use the same trick again?
