"Xu Anran, do you know that sometimes I really want to strangle you to death?" Guan Jingyi gritted his teeth and said those words one word at a time, but when he looked at the reflection of Xu Anran's pale little face in the front mirror, his heart always ached like a tidal wave, drowning all of his reason, and even his pride.
Xu Anran pouted in the back seat. She was already feeling terrible enough, and her stomach was hurting so badly. Yesterday, she had lost her body without knowing why, but now she had to suffer Guan Jingyi's wrath.
But who could she blame, in order to save her, the dean had injured her. It was only because she had been drugged that Guan Jingyi had done that to her.
Guan Jingyi heard the intermittent whimpering coming from the back of the car. Although Xu Anran had already done her best to restrain it, biting her lips, there were still some tiny voices flowing out from between her lips.