Lily drove into the woods, and if Zuo Mufeng dared to follow her in, he would face a dead end.
The man who had dared to strip her of her clothes was breathing up to now, which was a miracle in itself.
At this moment, the sun had begun to sink in the west, and a cold breeze swept through, stirring up the withered leaves on the ground.
The bare branches looked particularly desolate.
When Zuo Mufeng drove in, there was no more road ahead; the Land Rover was parked there.
Zuo Mufeng took out a scalpel, which sometimes came handier to a doctor than a gun.
That woman, as cunning as a fox that had attained enlightenment, he definitely couldn't take her lightly.
Zuo Mufeng approached with great caution, completely unaware of Lily hiding in the tree above, looking down at him.
At this moment, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a strange smile. She seemed like a hunter watching her prey slowly fall into her trap.
