But you...
Before Gong Chen could finish, Lin Zhiyi fiercely resisted.
All the grievances and resentments exploded at this moment; she did not care what he said.
She just wanted to escape from him.
"Uncle Gong, you don’t need to talk to me about this, I don’t care! I don’t care about the young master, and I care even less about you! I’ve had enough!"
She shouted, completely oblivious to the intense danger flickering in Gong Chen’s eyes.
Gong Chen’s eyes grew stormy, and he grasped her chin in one hand, forcefully tilting her head up, "Don’t care?"
Under his gaze, Lin Zhiyi still trembled slightly with fear and clenched her teeth before nodding forcefully.
"Yes! I don’t... Mmm!"
Without giving her a moment to think, let alone finish her sentence, the man seized her chin, kissing her as fiercely as a whirlwind.
She lifted her hands to fight back, but he pinned them against the car window, gripping tighter and tighter, the wound on her palm beginning to throb with pain.
He did it on purpose.
He wanted to hurt her.
Lin Zhiyi groaned in pain, the man’s breath growing hotter in front of her.
He looked down at her, his deep eyes hungry, as if about to devour her, intensifying the kiss, dominantly claiming the air that belonged to her.
Lin Zhiyi’s head spun dizzily, and in a haze, her coat was ripped away, with most of the buttons on her shirt also undone.
His burning hand traced her skin, now cold with fear, sending a shiver through her.
Inside the car, two breaths intertwined, their exhalations thickening the air, fogging up the windows with a thin mist.
Suddenly, a pair of intertwined hands gently swept away the condensation, revealing the overlapping shadows within.
And on the road outside, two luxury cars came to a stop at the traffic light.
Gong Yan turned his head and saw the scene that drove him mad.
At that moment, Gong Chen glanced out of the car window, his gaze lazily skimming over Gong Yan’s angry face.
Then, he pinned Lin Zhiyi’s head and leaned in to press her fully onto the back seat.
Lin Zhiyi’s resistance was futile.
She could only feel the man’s hand roaming recklessly over her body, making her icy skin prickle as if shocked by electricity.
Suddenly, the man stopped, half-propping up his body to loom over her, his partially dried hair softly falling over his forehead.
"Do you not care about this either?"
"We’re all adults here, what does it matter, it’s just..." Lin Zhiyi stubbornly retorted.
"Just what? Have you done this with someone else? Who? Gong Yan?"
The man’s expression turned menacingly dark, his eyes half-closed, impenetrable to light.
The shadow he cast made it hard for Lin Zhiyi to breathe.
She pursed her lips and turned her head forcefully: "It’s none of your business!"
"Heh."
Gong Chen chuckled lowly, his fingertips moving towards a sensitive spot on her body.
Instantly, her entire body tightened, and her breathing quickened.
"You... get away from me..."
She lifted her hand to push him again, but her body felt as if it had been drained of strength; not only was her voice weak, but her body in his palm also felt limp.
He leaned in close to Lin Zhiyi, his voice cold: "Who?"
As he spoke, his hand passed over the curve of her waist to her back, against her smooth skin, traveling up her spine little by little.
Finally pausing at the buttons of her shirt, his fingertips grazed them lightly, unhurriedly.
Lin Zhiyi’s body involuntarily arched, pressing herself into his chest.
In an instant, Gong Chen’s body became hot and tense, scorching Lin Zhiyi to the point where she constantly sought to escape.
But with every step back she took, he drew a step nearer until their bodies were nearly seamlessly fused together.
She could even feel his threatening arousal.
"You... bastard!" Lin Zhiyi’s voice seeped through her clenched teeth.
"Who?"
The man’s voice, hoarse with undertone, repeated the question, his hands not stopping or intending to do so.
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