Mo Shiche's dark eyes watched her, the corners of his mouth slightly curled. "How exactly do you plan to stop me, Tangtang? You should know that even if I lost an arm, you couldn't beat me."
How could she possibly defeat him? It was utterly impossible.
Luo Qiangwei's slender fingers clenched tightly. "So, today you're set on exchanging your life for your daughter's, no matter what?"
"Obviously."
"No matter how I try to stop you?"
"You can't stop me."
"What if I say I will hate you?"
"Then hate," Mo Shiche said indifferently. "If I were alive, maybe I couldn't bear it, but if I'm dead, I won't know anything. Maybe your hatred will ensure you remember me a bit deeper, isn't that right?"
Luo Qiangwei clenched her teeth, not with anger but with a laugh. "Mo Shiche, have you gone fucking mad?"
"Say what you will," Mo Shiche squinted his eyes slightly, his hand already unzipping his pants. "As you said, I might have to force myself on you."
