The darkness of night was gradually replaced by the white light of dawn, and sparse pedestrians began to appear on the quiet streets.
The black luxury car parked on the street still had its doors locked, which was very eye-catching in the slightly bright morning.
Gong Shaoming was already fully dressed at some point, leaning on the driver's seat with his tall and straight body, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers and puffing away...
The smoke lingering in the carriage made it difficult to see the expression on his handsome face, but the chill that spread around his body could be easily felt.
The cigarettes that were lit one after another made it difficult to breathe in the entire car, but Gong Shaoming seemed to be unable to feel the choking smoke, staring at An Moran who was sleeping in the back seat of the car with burning eyes.
Her slender body huddled in the back seat of the car, and An Moran finally fainted from exhaustion.
The black suit jacket covered his body, and his exposed arms and long legs were covered with bruises and bruises, which was unbearable.
"Don't...don't do this to me..."
Broken words overflowed from An Moran's lips intermittently, with unconcealable pain...
Gong Shaoming, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was startled, his eyebrows tightened, and his eyes narrowed.
He put the cigarette between his fingers to his mouth and took a long drag.
The dark eyes that looked at An Moran were filled with a hint of distress that could not be concealed, but it was quickly replaced by hatred...
"Ahem..."
Not long after, An Moran, who was sleeping, was finally choked by the smoke in the carriage and coughed out.
The long curly eyelashes trembled gently, like a fluttering butterfly flapping its wings, and slowly opened her eyes——
When his confused eyes met Gong Shaoming's sharp gaze, all the scattered memories came back instantly, and he suddenly wanted to sit up from the back seat.
As soon as he moved, he felt tearing pain all over his body, causing An Moran to take several breaths of cold air and cough violently due to the smoke.
Gritting his teeth, he sat up forcefully.
He reached out to push the car door open, but found that the door was still locked.
His cold eyes fell on Gong Shaoming's arrogant handsome face, "What exactly do you want?"
"Ahem..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, An Moran was choked by the strong smell of smoke and coughed several more times.
This time, Gong Shaoming did move, but instead of unlocking the car, he pressed the exhaust fan in the car.
The smoke gradually dissipated, and the vague figures became clear, but they looked increasingly cold.
"What do you want me to do before you let me go?"
There was no hysteria, let alone harsh accusations. An Moran's voice was always cold, like an unpopular ice doll.
But if you listen carefully, you can still hear a hint of trembling in the words.
Gong Shaoming: "..."
"I am now a street rat that everyone shouts about and a concubine in everyone's eyes. I am self-degenerate and shameless... an object that all women are ashamed of. What on earth do you want me to do to satisfy you? "
"It's rare for you, isn't it?"
Gong Shaoming finally responded coldly, his eyes flashing with disdain.
An Moran shuddered and gritted his teeth, "Yes, I am. I am willing to degenerate. I have no shame. I beg Young Master Gong to be merciful and let go of such an unsightly woman like me. Is that okay?"
"Get off the car and get out!"
Pressing the car lock switch with a snap, Gong Shaoming's movements were so fast that no one had time to react, and his tone was filled with uncontrollable anger.
