"Let go..." The man reached out and grasped her neck, his five fingers tightening, making Tong Ran breathe with difficulty. Her eyes widened, filled with pain. "Let go... Mo Nan... jue..."
Ignoring her, the man exerted more force with his right hand, almost breaking her slender neck. Tong Ran gradually felt suffocated, her hands pounding him forcefully. "I... I can't..."
Mo Nanjue stood motionless, the rise and fall of his chest growing more pronounced. Tong Ran glimpsed his clenched left hand out of the corner of her eye. If he really threw a punch, she would definitely be...
Tong Ran's face turned bright red, the terror of suffocation climbing over her. Her hands pounding on his shoulders grew heavier, almost unable to lift.
Mo Nanjue's other hand suddenly lifted!
Tong Ran turned her head slightly, his fist smashed into the window. The glass shattered, cold wind rushed in, and a piece of glass cut across Tong Ran's face, instantly leaving a bloodstain.
