"She's not willing, what can we do?" Yang Qingye added fuel to the fire, "Why not just beat him up to vent our anger!"
"…" Chen Jiahai was infuriated by Yang Qingye's bastardly comments.
Unfortunately, he was having difficulty even breathing, let alone speaking, and could only struggle desperately.
Seeing Chen Jiahai's face turning somewhat purple, Luo Ziling let go of his hand, throwing Chen Jiahai onto the ground.
With a thump, Chen Jiahai hit the ground and clutched his throat, coughing desperately.
However, he immediately got up from the ground, jumping and cursing, "Luo Ziling, if you have the guts, kill me."
"If you have thoughts of dying, I can satisfy them." Luo Ziling said, and walked towards Chen Jiahai again, picking him up directly.
The feeling of suffocation came again, and the fear that had just disappeared spread over him once more.
