The Untamed Concubin

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,The iron arm around his waist suddenly contracted, as if trying to pull the ground into its embrace. Lou Qi had reached a state of absolute might, the kind that belonged to a man! But screw it, he used to be able to stand undefeated against ten burly men in a one-on-one fight. Who could tell him why he was now struggling against the hold of just one man Damn it!,The eagle immediately obeyed, but moved with such gentleness as if he were lifting a fragile porcelain vase. Lou Qi stared wide-eyed, only then realizing that he had been lying on this person just moments ago, and the eagle had propped him up, his hand still holding onto him, pulling him up along with himself.。