A fashion queen

"You...you let me go." Cui Xueying's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a slight imperceptible tremor. The soft and gentle tone now sounded somewhat pitiful.

In response to Cui Xueying's plea, Lu Yu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile. Not only did he not show any intention of letting go, but he actually tightened his grip even more, saying, "Don't be shy. You're my savior. I just want to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to you."

"Let me go now! If you don't, don't blame me for being rude!" Cui Xueying was extremely anxious at this moment. Her delicate face flushed red with extreme anger, as tempting as a ripe apple. Her eyes were wide open, burning with rage, and she stared at Lu Yu in front of her. At the same time, she twisted her body desperately, waving and slapping her hands, trying to break free from Lu Yu's restraints. However, no matter how hard she tried, she was like a trapped animal in a quagmire. The more she struggled, the deeper she sank.

She felt Lu Yu's grip on her wrist like an iron clamp, the force so powerful she couldn't resist. As time passed, Cui Xueying felt a wave of fear and helplessness. Her heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably, as if it threatened to burst from her chest. Each beat was like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, producing a dull thud. The panicked feeling was like a frightened deer, darting around in its cramped chest, unable to find a way out.

A deep sense of despair washed over Cui Xueying. She could never have imagined that Lu Yu, who had been so gentle to her just a moment ago, would suddenly become so cold and ruthless. Could it be that the weakness and injury he had displayed earlier were all fake? Once this thought arose, it grew wildly in her mind like weeds, unable to be shaken off.

Just when she felt completely hopeless, a low roar of an engine came from far away, the sound was like rolling thunder, deafening.

Then, like a majestic lion, a black luxury car sped towards them at lightning speed. With a sharp screeching of brakes, the car came to a steady stop beside them. The window slowly rolled down, revealing Mo Yunting's handsome yet stern face. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a subtle hint of concern and authority.

"What are you doing?" Mo Yunting's voice was low, but the majesty contained in it made it impossible to underestimate him. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced coldly at Lu Yu and Cui Xueying's clasped hands, revealing an indescribable chill.

Lu Yu let go of Cui Xueying's hand and explained to Mo Yunting with a smile: "I'm just thanking Miss Cui for saving my life." His tone was relaxed, as if nothing had happened just now.

Mo Yunting did not respond to Lu Yu's words. His eyes were always on Cui Xueying, and his eyes revealed complex emotions. Cui Xueying took the opportunity to break free from Lu Yu's restraints and ran behind Mo Yunting, her body trembling slightly.

"Xueying, are you okay? Did he bully you?" Mo Yunting rushed forward with an anxious look on his face, looking up and down at Cui Xueying in front of him with concern, his voice full of worry and tension.

Cui Xueying lowered her head slightly, her cascading hair covering most of her face, making it difficult to discern her expression. However, her tightly bitten lips and slightly trembling hands suggested she was still a bit shaken.

After a long while, Cui Xueying slowly raised her head, but still didn't dare to look Mo Yunting in the eye. She only glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, then quickly lowered her head again. She took a deep breath, as if mustering up courage, and said softly, "Yunting..." Before she finished speaking, she paused again, as if she didn't know how to continue.

Finally, Cui Xueying spoke again: "He is the person who just escaped with me. His foot was injured and he had difficulty moving, so I helped him walk out." After saying this, she quietly looked up at Mo Yunting, observing his reaction.