Ou bei Yao stepped forward and grabbed her firmly, leaving her unable to move. He pulled her into his arms, inhaling the faint fragrance on her body, and curled his lips:
"Last time you managed to escape. This time, there's no way I'm letting you run again."
"Let me go!"
"No. If I let you go, you'll just run away."
Qin Miaomiao felt extremely anxious. She had just encountered a robber, and now she was facing a bandit—clearly today wasn't her lucky day. Bad luck seemed to have followed her out the door.
She gritted her teeth and said angrily:
"Do you even know who I am?"
"Who you are doesn't matter. All I care about is that I've got my eyes on you—you're coming with me."
He acted entirely like a bandit, effortlessly tossing her over his shoulder and walking to his car. Just as Qin Miaomiao was about to struggle, she heard him threaten:
"If you don't want me to knock you out, you'd better not move around."
