Qiao Xiaomai hated it when someone strangled her neck.
In her past life, when she was raped by her scumbag boyfriend and his accomplices, she was pinned down and strangled, leaving her with shadows that were difficult to erase to this day.
Now, with Tong Sanlang choking her, she didn't even have time to think about what he said as she kicked towards his solar plexus.
The shadow was too heavy; she didn't hold back with her kick.
With a "puh" sound, Tong Sanlang spat out a large amount of blood, but his hand still clamped tightly around Qiao Xiaomai's neck, and the blood from his mouth sprayed all over her face.
The intense smell of blood spread throughout the room.
Tong Sanlang's face twisted instantly. The intense pain made his body curl into a ball, but his eyes remained locked on Qiao Xiaomai, and his hand still choked her neck.
He didn't let go, the blood still pouring from his mouth, and he trembled as he spoke, "I… won't let go… even if you kill me, I won't let go…"