Shen Wanxing fearlessly gripped He Xizhou's wrist, touching the Buddha beads.
As she caressed them, she asked, "Did she give these to you as well, Uncle? To think you cherish them so dearly, uh..."
Shen Wanxing's neck was suddenly seized by a large palm.
She felt suffocated.
He Xizhou's eyes were cold and arrogant, gleaming with a sharp, icy light, like a knife ready to slice through her throat, to ensure her vocal cords would never vibrate again.
So she couldn't utter those seductive sounds or those disgustingly lewd words.
"Uh..."
Tears welled up in the corners of Shen Wanxing's eyes. She couldn't utter a single word; her vision blurred, and there was no air left to breathe through her nose.
He Xizhou truly wanted to kill her.
Shen Wanxing's hands struggled against his grip, but no matter what, she couldn't pry the man's hand away.
Thump.