"Imprisonment"
Catherine and Shen Wuxiao were pressed tightly together, their bodies in full contact.
Even Catherine's D-cup pride had been flattened.
"Mm..." Catherine let out an instinctive soft moan.
Then she angrily shouted at Tiger Soul and the others, "You bastards, let him go! Aren't you here to capture me? I'll go with you!"
"He's Eldest Young Master Shen. If you capture him, you definitely won't live either."
Tiger Soul looked as though he could not care less. "Eldest Young Master Shen? You say he is, so he is?"
"Seeing how lovey-dovey you two were just now, he's obviously your husband. You wanted to let your husband escape, huh? You really are devoted."
"Bag them and take them away!" Tiger Soul directly gave the order.
The people from the Immeasurable Sect took out an exceptionally clean cloth sack, bagged the two of them, and carried them into the back seat of the car.
They had even placed a soft cushion on the back seat.
The car started and drove away.
Shen Wuxiao and Catherine's bodies were pressed tightly together.
Shen Wuxiao was lying down, with Catherine on top of him.
As the car drove, it deliberately headed over potholes and uneven ground.
The vehicle kept jolting.
Each jolt pressed them even closer together, and an ambiguous atmosphere rapidly spread through the cramped space.
Shen Wuxiao could feel Catherine's warm breath lightly brushing across his face.
That breath carried a faint sweet fragrance, making his heart race uncontrollably.
Catherine, too, had her cheeks burning from such intimate contact.
Her breathing became hurried and disordered as well.
It was her first time ever being in such contact with a man, and it made her terribly uncomfortable.
"Y-you... don't move around."
Catherine's voice was so low it was almost inaudible, tinged with shyness