Mo Chuxi's voice was like Satan in the dead of night, filled with a chilling, bone-deep coldness.
And his current gaze terrified Mu Qianshui to no end!
She instinctively tried to flee, but as soon as she turned away, a powerful force yanked her back.
"Bang!" Her back slammed heavily against the wall!
Before she could even cry out in pain, the same neck that Mu Shaoqian had just strangled was seized once more—this time with a suffocating force that hurt even more.
Mo Chuxi held Chenxi close in one arm, softly sobbing in his embrace, while his other hand mercilessly gripped Mu Qianshui's neck without a shred of pity.
Compared to Mu Shaoqian's strength, he rendered her utterly breathless, unable to utter a single word!
"I really think you have a death wish."
Mo Chuxi's thin lips parted slightly, his tone indifferent, almost lazy, even leisurely.
Narrowing his mesmerizing, deep-set eyes, the pressure of his fingers grew ever tighter.
