Death is not the scariest thing, the scariest is the journey to death.
That was exactly how Du Qingyu felt at the moment; she had no idea what awaited her next.
The fear now was so suffocating she could hardly breathe.
"Wah, wah... wuu, wuu..."
As the daughter of a prestigious family, when had she ever been subjected to such terrifying oppression?
She finally couldn't hold back, and started to cry loudly.
Feng Lin turned his head back, released her hair, and grabbed her shoulders.
Crack!
Crack!
"Ahh!!! You bastard! Wuu, wuu..."
Du Qingyu's arms suddenly drooped, severe pain shot straight to her forehead, and she fell to the ground in agony.
"Don't worry, it's just dislocated, so that when we're playing, you won't attack me by surprise."
Feng Lin hummed a tune, unzipped her casual clothes' zipper, and put her jacket aside, "The same question as before, tell me, and I'll let you go."
"Wuu, wuu... I won't tell!"
