Jiang She tightened his grip. Shen Wei twisted her face in pain.
She pleaded in discomfort, "Jiang She, let go of me now. If I die, you'll be a murderer, just let go..."
"Heh heh, if you die, you die. I won't tolerate a living threat," Jiang She casually and seriously replied.
Shen Wei had assumed he wouldn't really do it. But the sensation of suffocation was rapidly overwhelming her. Delaying any longer might result in her meeting the King of Hell.
Shen Wei was utterly in a panic.
She pleaded, "Alright, alright, whatever you say goes. I won't go near you unless you invite me to."
"In your dreams!" Jiang She released her and stepped back, creating distance between them.
A rush of air filled her lungs. Overwhelmed, Shen Wei coughed violently. With shaky legs, she collapsed onto the ground but dared not let Jiang She help her up.
The man standing before her was a tiger with a smiling face.
