"Or what are you afraid of? He's just a penniless man, we can just imprison him!"

Situ Ming leaned back, supporting himself with his strong arms, and stared at Zhao Xiaoyue with his sideways gaze.

Faced with the person who casually uttered the word "imprisonment," Zhao Xiaoyue jumped up, wanting to run away.

Good heavens, from this angle, male beauty is even more alluring.

The man couldn't escape because his wrist was firmly held by the woman.

"It's always like this, always like this. Is this even interesting?"

Situ Ming got angry too, and she would run away every time they got to the main topic!

He was considering the odds of taking such a desperate gamble. Behind him lay kilometers, and ahead was a steep slope; a fall wouldn't necessarily kill him...

Zhao Xiaoyue glared at Situ Ming, "Let go of me! Let go!"

Once Situ understood, he immediately stood up. He was more than a head taller than Zhao Xiaoyue, and easily pulled her into his arms. In the short time the little woman was stunned, she was already wrapped in his coat and her lips were sealed with his.

The dim streetlights stretched out long, tangled shadows.

Zhao Xiaoyue was furious but couldn't use brute force; what if she hurt this guy?

What should I do if I get hurt?

So, subconsciously she was that afraid of him getting hurt?

Situ Ming was actually gently testing the little woman in his arms when suddenly, a spark ignited in his deep, dark eyes.

Did you respond to him?

President Zhao kept her eyes tightly closed; if she opened them, she would see a view she had never seen before.

The man's eyes and brows were now filled with a genuine smile; she loved him too.

The seed that young Situ Ming sowed in a corner of Zhao Xiaoyue's heart has now blossomed into a beautiful flower.