Ouyang Yifeng’s lips curled into a wicked smile. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Either get in my car and let take you to school, or... I’ll kiss you."
Ouyang Yifeng had used this trick many tis to flirt with girls, and it always worked perfectly. He thought it would be foolproof this ti as well, but before he could feel proud of himself, his shin was suddenly kicked hard by Ye Anhao. She put all her strength into that kick, causing him to grunt in pain and loosen his grip on her involuntarily. Ye Anhao took the opportunity to leap a safe distance away from him.
Ye Anhao’s eyes were full of hatred as she looked at him, her words no longer restrained, "Ouyang Yifeng, let tell you, if you ever dare try to act like a hooligan in front of again, next ti I won’t be kicking your shin!"
Throwing off those words, Ye Anhao turned coldly and crossed the road, getting on a bus, leaving Ouyang Yifeng standing there, petrified.
Act like a hooligan? He was clearly trying to flirt just now, was he not?
What was going on in Ye Anhao’s mind that made her think he was acting like a hooligan? He was so handso, did he need to act like a hooligan?
Ouyang Yifeng bent down, pulled up his pants leg, and sure enough, there was a large bruise where Ye Anhao had kicked him. He felt even more frustrated. Was this woman’s leg made of reinforced concrete? It really hurt when she kicked!
After being washed out by Ye Anhao like this, Ouyang Yifeng’s plan was also scrapped. The gentle approach had now failed, so he would have to switch to another plan.
Won are emotional creatures, according to Ouyang Yifeng’s understanding, no woman dislikes romance. Even if Ye Anhao was as rigid as she seed, she was still a young girl and would surely like romance.
It was the day Ye Anhao prepared to go ho after school. She had just gotten off the bus and saw a group of people quickly walking toward her. She felt sothing was off and was thinking about avoiding them, but before she knew it, they had surrounded her.
Sensing danger, Ye Anhao was about to call for help, but the people moved faster. One of them stepped forward and covered her mouth tightly with a handkerchief, then dragged her into a van.
Ye Anhao had seen scenes like this on TV. Many human traffickers used this thod to snatch teenage girls from the street and then sell them to the red-light district at a low price. Thinking of this, fear surged uncontrollably in her heart.
She thought she would rather fight these thugs to the death than be sold to such a place to live a life of utter darkness. But it seed the thugs were prepared. She didn’t know what they had put in the handkerchief; she only struggled for a mont before losing all strength and fainting.
In a daze, she was awakened by soone. She opened her eyes abruptly, her first reaction was to check if her clothes were intact. At this mont, a gentle female voice ca to her ears.
"Miss Ye, we are not bad people. We won’t hurt you. Please rest assured."
Ye Anhao was stunned. She looked towards the direction of the voice and saw a young woman in a maid’s uniform standing not far from her.
She squinted her eyes in confusion, "Who are you? Where am I?"
"This is South Mountain Villa. I am a servant here. You can call Xiao Ke."
South Mountain Villa? The famous wealthy district of E City? How did she end up here?
Seemingly understanding the confusion in Ye Anhao’s heart, Xiao Ke said, "The young master invited Miss Ye over."
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