Qianxi pulled open the curtains, and the eye-catching Porsche was parked by the roadside.
“Sorry, I’m about to sleep; we can talk about it tomorrow,” she subtly refused.
“Five minutes. If you don’t come down, I’ll come up!” An unquestionable tone.
The busy tone came through, and Qianxi held her phone, feeling uneasy. She quickly threw on a coat, no time to comb her hair. Qianxi opened the bedroom door and looked at the pitch-black living room and her mother’s tightly closed door, grateful for her habit of sleeping early.
She tiptoed through the living room, carefully opened the front door, and gently closed it, letting out a sigh, feeling like a thief.
Xia Qianxi stood by the roadside, glaring at the Porsche in front of her. The cold wind blew, making her shiver.
Xing Tuo opened the car door: “Get in!”
She pulled her coat tighter: “Let’s just talk here!” This car was her nightmare. If she got in and he was in a bad mood, he might leave her halfway, and in the middle of the night, she’d freeze to death!
Xing Tuo frowned: “Are you getting in or not?!” His tone contained a hint of anger.
“What exactly do you want? In the middle of the night…”
Before Qianxi could finish, Xing Tuo suddenly opened the car door and walked down. Qianxi stared blankly at the tall figure in front of her, not yet reacting when her entire body was forcefully pulled into the car.
“Bang!” Xing Tuo slammed the car door shut. The Porsche roared away on the empty road. The strong heater inside the car blew gently; the speed was so fast she thought her heart might stop. The unvoiced cry was strangled in her throat. Her stomach churned, an overwhelming feeling of nausea rising; she never knew she got carsick.
A massive truck roared past the window, and Xia Qianxi suddenly woke up, sitting up straight, clearing her throat, and said: “Xing Tuo, can we end this farce?”
I know you hate me, and now it’s as you wished. My life is already a mess. For the sake of being your sister, please let me go. Let me peacefully get through these few months, okay?”
