Chapter 1673 - Marry Me, Please? (Part Three) (1/2)

After confirming that Ye Cong had left, Qian Yikun pulled Mo Fei out of the darkness and strode towards his car.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Qian Yikun growled.

Qian Yikun was pulling Mo Fei so hard that she staggered forward. The man was so strong that she found herself unable to pull her hand away.

Mo Fei had been thrown into the car by Qian Yikun. Just as she was about to get up, Qian Yikun leaned over and pressed his hands on the edge of the back seat. He had Mo Fei completely pressed under his body but he supported his body with his arms so that he would not be pressing directly against her body.

Mo Fei, “…”

What was with this sudden ruthless CEO kind of scene?

“Mo Fei, how little importance do you think your life is?” Qian Yikun tried to suppress his anger, but he still could not help spitting out his burning anger.

The small light in the car was dim. It was dimmer than the streetlights in the distance.

Even though the man was restraining himself, Mo Fei could feel his anger. Even so, she did not understand where the anger came from.

“Whether my life is important or not is up to me to decide. Qian Yikun, you people are all hypocrites for the sake of saving face. Me? I don’t care about anything like that,” Mo Feifei said sarcastically.

Qian Yikun knew what she was being sarcastic about. She was referring to how the Qian family would not burn the bridge with the Huang family.

“Mo Fei, you have to remember that I was the one who brought you back to life. Your life is mine now. Without my permission, you’d better not touch it.” Qian Yikun’s forehead continued to press against Mo Fei’s forehead. His voice was icy cold, but the breath that hit Mo Fei’s nose and lips was warm.

The cold breeze floated in from the open car door.

Yet, between the both of them, there existed an ambiguous romantic tension.

It was as if the pair of lips that hovered so closely would land themselves on hers in the next second.

“Get lost.” Mo Fei reached out to push him away. Being at such a distance from each other, even her breathing was not smooth anymore.

Mo Fei’s outstretched hands landed on Qian Yikun’s chest.

Mo Fei’s eyes widened. Qian Yikun continued to stare at her.

These pecs…

Felt extraordinarily good.