But her assailant smoothly anticipated the move, catching her elbow and pinning both of her arms securely against her sides.
"Cease this foolishness immediately," Xiao Yichen's voice hissed directly into her ear, his breath hot against her neck.
The smog inside the carriage was beginning to clear, sucked out through the shattered door by the wind.
Ji'an blinked the stinging tears from her eyes, looking down to see Yichen's long, pale fingers locked in an inescapable grip around her waist.
He had her pinned flush against him. His legs were bracketed around hers, anchoring her to the bench.
The position was an absolute, unmitigated disaster.
Ji'an was currently disguised as a young man. But being held this tightly, struggling this violently against another man, the sheer biological reality of her female anatomy was perilously close to being discovered.
