Chapter 15: None, Lai (2)

But this time, the young man no longer gave me a chance to escape. In broad daylight, on the crowded streets, he rushed over with a single arrow step, and grabbed me so hard that his hand was like a tong, firmly clasping my wrist.

I opened my mouth wide and instinctively let out a terrifying scream:

"You...... What are you going to do?"

The young man looked at me, and a handsome face was faintly cold:

"What do I say, what am I going to do?"

I screamed again:

"Let go of me!

The young man said coldly:

"What if I don't let go?"

I glared at the young man. The young man's eyes reflected my face with teeth and claws, nervous, frightened, and self-conscious. And the young man, his head slightly raised, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his cold eyes sparkled in the sun.

Suddenly, without saying a word, the young man shoved me into his car with a swift speed like a kidnapping, pulled me on a seat belt, and then slammed the door shut.

People nearby looked over and looked curiously.

But no one stepped forward to help them when they saw injustice - maybe, they were thinking, people are awkward between lovers, or, in flirting, no one would be so stupid, actually in the downtown area, in full view of everyone, kidnapping other girls, right?

The young man really kidnapped me.

He got into the car, took me with him, and walked away.

The car kept going, driving all the time, driving like crazy. I sat in the car, my head "buzzing", a mess, and I felt like I was dreaming, not real, not real.

I stopped resisting, didn't move, just quietly looked out the window.

At an intersection, a red light came on and the car stopped.

I sat in the passenger seat, with a wooden face, looking at the passers-by in front of me, crossing the zebra crossing in front of me. At this time, the crowd was surging, the lines were hurried, and every face was indifferent and unfamiliar. I didn't move, I just watched blankly, and there were many, incoherent thoughts passing through my mind, but I couldn't grasp any of them, I just didn't fight, and my whole body trembled.

The young man's eyes were forced in the rearview mirror.

I didn't look at him, but I still felt the eyes of the young man staring at me in the rearview mirror, cold, sharp, unfathomable, flashing with something incomprehensible.

The young man's car is gray, the seats are also gray, and the whole carriage is filled with rich gray, dark, gloomy, a little lonely, a little ethereal, unpredictable, unable to dissolve, unable to escape.

After the green light came on, the young man stepped on the gas pedal again.

The wind whistled outside the car window. Gradually, the young man's car gradually drove away from the hustle and bustle of the city and drove towards a quiet place.

I'm not unafraid.

Finally, I shouted, "Hey, where are you going to take me?"

The young man sneered, "What do you say?"

I shouted, "How do I know?"

The young man forced his gaze at me in the rearview mirror again, with no expression on his face: "Isn't it stupid?

This young man is called Cheng Yifei.

(To be continued)