What are you doing?
Feng Sheng's actions were too sudden. Luo Yangyang was lifted up like a rabbit.
In order to prevent any accidents, she quickly grabbed his shoulders and steadied herself.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Sheng brought her back onto his lap.
After carrying Luo Yangyang on his back, Feng Sheng's hands grabbed her thighs instead, controlling her so that she would not have a chance to escape.
"You said you don't want to marry?"
Feng Sheng squeezed those words out of his mouth.
He unbuckled his seatbelt as well. He narrowed his cold eyes and inched closer to Luo Yangyang.
"I-I was just saying."
Luo Yangyang felt the air around her turn cold when Feng Sheng stared at her with such a dangerous gaze.
She was terrified. As she spoke, her small shoulders drooped and she retreated bit by bit.
Feng Sheng grabbed her thigh and she could not move her lower body away. She could only lean her upper body backward bit by bit.