"No... Don't ..."
Fu Mingjun looked past si Rong's shoulder and towards the toilet door.
Si Rong stepped aside, leaving him a straight path to the toilet door.
In Fu Mingjun's eyes, he thought that she was going to let him go. His eyes brightened, and he thought, "The first part of the sentence was just to scare him, right?
He ran towards the toilet door as fast as he could, but just as he passed by, he tripped and fell to the ground.
“.. What do you want to do?" The dull pain in his body could not compare to the fear in his heart.
Si Rong knelt down beside him and stepped on his wrist with his shoe. He then lifted one of his fingers and slowly moved it up.
At first, it was just sore, but as his fingers were pulled higher and higher, the pain became bone-piercing.
Fu Mingjun's eyes widened so much that they were about to burst. No... Don't! Don't!" However, his desperate struggle was not able to move the other party at all.
