On a rainy night, Ye Zhen ran in a panic, her skirt soaked through and her heart racing. She had been on the run for three days, changing cities and cutting her hair, yet she still couldn’t escape Du Yihan’s grasp.
A black Maybach pulled over by the roadside. The man approached slowly beneath an umbrella, tall and strikingly stern, his gaze dangerously cold.
“Ye Zhen,” Du Yihan called softly, his thin lips curving into a faint smile, his eyes chilling. “You really are a bad girl.”
Her heart clenched. She tried to retreat, but he seized her wrist and yanked her into his arms.
“You were the one crying and begging in my arms, and now you’re running faster than anyone?” he said through gritted teeth, his voice low and husky, as if a beast lurked beneath it.
Ye Zhen’s eyes reddened as she struggled with all her might. “Du Yihan, we’re over, ”
“Over?” The man gave a low laugh, lifting her chin with his fingertip and forcing her to look him in the eye. His voice turned icy. “Say that again and see what happens.”
He leaned in close, his breath burning hot. Rainwater slid down his sharp features, and his eyes blazed with utterly uncontrollable possessiveness.
“If you won’t behave, you need to be punished.”
With that, he swept her into his arms, put her in the car, then leaned over her, his voice hoarse and low. “Tell me, do you still want to run?”
The female lead is too weak.