sensical plot twist. But why did she have to be the expendable character Was it because of her peculiar traits Yet, she didn't want such strange characteristics at all."I couldn’t care less about your...Chapter Sixteen: The Disobedient Little White Rabbit (Part 2 of Middle)

Numbness Qi Lin suddenly thought of something. She moved her fingers, and the numb feeling had not yet disappeared. She quickly composed herself and swallowed back the tears that were brimming in her eyes. updates romance content faster than a rocket; dare you not believe it

"How is it Still refusing" Zi Yin took everything he saw in Qi Lin's eyes and, all of a sudden, he wanted to play with Qi Lin again.

Qi Lin looked at Zi Yin calmly and said, "You need to give me time to think."

Zi Yin was surprised as he looked at Qi Lin. Didn't she just view death as nothing

"So you have to let me go." Qí Lín sincerely looked at Zǐ Yìn and hurriedly explained, "You are so formidable that I can't escape even if I try. I just want to think things over, so you should release me, right This is very simple logic."

It was indeed quite simple logic. Zǐ Yìn released Qí Lín, sat down beside him, and waited for Qí Lín's thoughts to conclude.

Qí Lín rubbed his wrist, flexed his tibia, and casually picked up the fruit he had previously kept by his waist. With a bit of force, ice-cold juice immediately slid into his fingertips, emitting a faintly sour taste. But Qí Lín didn't mind; while continuing to think, he played with the fruit until nearly all its juice was squeezed out before finally stopping. He then turned and looked at Zǐ Yìn, who had patiently waited.

"I've made up my mind." Qí Lín promptly spoke up, walking beside Zǐ Yìn and giving a slight smile. "But I still disagree."

The moment Qí Lín finished speaking, the originally calm area suddenly blew through a gust of wind, causing leaves to dance wildly before eventually settling on the ground, with some even landing on Qí Lín's shoulder.

The rotten yellow did not match Qilin's flushed red face at all.

What does it mean to be unable to breathe What does it feel like when holding one's breath turns one's face red Qilin finally understood now.

In the midst of nature, she could not freely breathe.

The large hand at her neck was tightly placed there, and the pressure was gradually increasing. If this continued, even if she didn't suffocate to death, her neck would be broken. Qilin looked into Zi Yin's eyes filled with killing intent; her fingers itched—a side effect of severe oxygen deprivation.

Qilin now lacked the strength to even blink. With a mirror, she would certainly see how bulging her eyeballs were. Finally, unable to endure this restraint any longer, Qilin struggled to raise her hand and grasp Zi Yin's hand, desperately trying to take in breaths with what little strength remained.

Seeing the faint smile lingering at the corner of Zi Yin's mouth, Qi Lin tugged at her lips, but she didn't know that this was a desperate gesture of someone who is about to die. It looked extremely ugly.

They say that a woman’s heart can be venomous and beautiful women are a curse. But the man in front of her now embodied beauty, yes, stunning beauty. Not only handsome and noble but also refined like a scholar combined with a martial champion. If this were modern times, he would definitely attract the attention of talent scouts and make women scream.

Although she had heard before that ancient men are all genuine high-achieving rich guys, untainted by modern pollution, natural without any plastic surgery—absolutely pure. But she also knew that handsome men tend to be cunning. She finally met one now. Just a minute ago he was trying to connect with her heart-to-heart, and now he’s after her life. Qi Lin stretched out her numb hand slowly moving towards Zi Yin's face. Zi Yin didn’t dodge; Qi Lin continued moving her hand to his eyes and said, "Hm Is this how you torture people Hm This is completely different."

Zi Yin did not mind Qi Lin’s attempt to take advantage of him at the moment of death. The strength in his hands didn’t lessen; instead, he found it rather amusing looking at Qi Lin's blood-red face, still greedy and mumbling incomprehensible words.

The hand on her face gradually lost its strength as Qi Lin’s consciousness began to blur. Zi Yin showed no intention of letting go yet.轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！