For so many years, this was the first time Mu Qianshui heard Mo Chuxi curse—and it was all because of a woman!
"Chuxi! Let go of Qianshui! She's going to be strangled to death by you!"
Seeing Mu Qianshui's flushed face, struggling to breathe, Ning Zitong was utterly terrified!
"Chuxi! Qianshui was wrong, but it's only because she loves you too much! Please, for Yuan's sake, let her go, okay?"
"Love me?"
Mo Chuxi let out a cold, disdainful laugh, his voice chilling and bone-deep.
"A woman with such vile intentions, this twisted kind of love—get as far away from me as you can!"
He threw her aside in a fit of rage, and the nearly suffocated Mu Qianshui collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon, coughing and gasping incessantly. Her always-proud, slender neck now bore a glaring red mark from his grip.
Mu Qianshui had expected Mo Chuxi to get angry, but she never imagined he'd be furious to this extent!
"Qianshui, Qianshui, are you okay?"
