Mu Chen grinned at Yue Ran with such an innocent smile as she struggled to breathe. Pain erupted in her larynx, the bone feeling as if it were being crushed.
Yue Ran hissed, raised her head, and complained pitifully. "It… hurts."
These two words were forcefully squeezed out of her throat.
Blots of darkness blinded her vision, and barely audible wheezes left her lips. The corner of her eyes throbbed, glazing over with tears that began to cascade down her face.
Mu Chen looked at Yue Ran's charming and teary face, and a strange feeling slipped into his heart. He quickly let go of his hand as if it were being stung.
She coughed. Both of her hands subconsciously reached toward her throat, but she immediately pulled back when she only felt pain.
The skin around her neck was warm and tender.
Needless to say, there was definitely a red mark on her neck, and there was most likely a bruise displayed across it when she woke up tomorrow morning.
