He held on tightly, not leaving any gaps, so Ye Ranran couldn't even break free.
She could only go along with him.
"It's hard to walk like this, why don't I push..."
Before she could finish speaking, Fu Rong grabbed Ye Ranran's arm, pulling her forcefully, and Ye Ranran fell onto Fu Rong's lap.
Fu Rong's hands tightly wrapped around Ye Ranran's waist, like two vines.
Ye Ranran struggled, and Fu Rong grunted.
Ye Ranran dared not move anymore, but her face was very serious: "Let me go."
"No," Fu Rong held her even tighter.
Ye Ranran elbowed backward: "Or I won't be polite."
Fu Rong brought his mouth to her ear and breathed: "I'd like to see how you plan to be impolite to me."
Ye Ranran's hand was restrained by Fu Rong, and she stomped hard on his foot.
Fu Rong probably felt the pain and let her go.
Ye Ranran pushed her messy hair back, glaring at Fu Rong: "What are you doing?"
