Wen Yi struggled to free herself, kicking frantically and without any technique in her boot-clad foot.
She wasn't playfully kicking like a woman flirting with her lover, but was truly trying to attack him with all her might. Mo Shichen let her kick, enduring the pain, as he grabbed her waist and pulled her back against the car.
Doesn't this man have any shame?
Wen Yi felt ashamed, acting out such a trashy idol drama scene in front of the hotel entrance. It was an utter embarrassment. Unable to overpower the man restraining her, she could only stop struggling and try to bite him hard instead.
Mo Shichen was acutely aware of her anger. He withdrew his lips slightly, forehead against hers, his lips brushing against her as he murmured in a husky voice, still the same words, "Your car broke down, I'll take you home."
"..."
Wen Yi had a feeling that any communication with this man was futile.