"Spiritual Girl, what... Spiritual Girl? I've never even heard of it!" I exclaimed loudly, "Su Xiaomin must have deceived you."
"Deceived me?" He Youfei unbuckled his belt halfway and bent over to grip my chin.
His fingers, perennially reeking of the foul stench of cigarettes, were pressed against me.
I felt so nauseous I could vomit, "That's right."
"I'm asking you, have you been entangled by a snake, and are you carrying a snake offspring?" He Youfei's blatant gaze swept over my abdomen.
My hands had always subconsciously covered my ice-cold belly, and now my palm seemed to touch a hint of a throbbing sensation, "I am... carrying it, so what?"
I was but a fish on the chopping board, completely helpless.
At this moment, I didn't even have the leeway to lie; I feared that any falsehood would further enrage him.
