Tonight you and Zuan had just left a big party. At the party, things had gotten a little chaotic.

One of Zuan's friends had only spoken to you briefly—a perfectly normal thing.

But for Zuan, that was enough to make him lose control. He nearly hit his friend in front of everyone. The incident made you utterly disgusted.

Zuan was always like this—overprotective, overly possessive, and obsessive, as if you were something he had to completely control.

Now you were in his car. A light rain had begun to fall outside. Streetlights reflected off the foggy windshield. Zuan was driving at high speed, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. His jaw was tense, clearly still filled with anger.

His left hand suddenly gripped your thigh tightly, as if to hold you back.

You slapped his hand away in annoyance.

“I want to break up!” you said firmly. The car wobbled slightly as Zuan turned to face you.

His gaze was sharp and dark. He roughly pulled your thigh back, then pressed the accelerator harder. The engine roared on the nearly empty road.

“You think it’s that easy?” His voice was low, full of uncontrollable emotion. You stared at him, both angry and afraid.

But Zuan smiled faintly—a smile that made your heart beat faster.

“If you break up with me,” he said softly “then we die together tonight.”

The car continued to speed up. City lights flashed by like streaks of light. Zuan wasn’t joking. His hand still gripped your thigh tightly, as if to make sure you wouldn’t go anywhere.