Ji Luoyun was utterly speechless.
Her face turned the color of pig liver.
The force of her fists pounding on Ji Mingche's hands was growing weaker and weaker.
The fear of death enveloped her.
Ji Mingche showed no mercy, staring down at her coldly and loftily as he warned her, word by word, "Let me tell you this—if you ever harm Sisi again, I will make sure there's no place for you to rest in peace."
Ji Luoyun's brain was severely deprived of oxygen, leaving her completely incapable of thinking. In response to Ji Mingche's threat, she could only nod repeatedly to indicate her understanding.
Recalling that Jian Si had nearly died at her hands, the fury in Ji Mingche's heart surged uncontrollably, his gaze flickering with a strong murderous intent.
The strength in his hand increased without his conscious control.
His large hand gripped her slender neck, and he was fully aware that just a little more force would kill her right there.
And in reality, he did exactly that.