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The ice-cold aura was as vicious as a ghost or beast, like an evil spirit that had crawled out of hell. It was filled with a sinister sense of despair.

Those ice-cold phoenix eyes, as far as the eye could see, the endless black was like a wasteland, suffocating, desolate.

"Mo, Mo Jintu, let go!" His breathing was cut off, his chest felt stuffy, and pain tore through his chest.

His consciousness slowly left his body. Due to the lack of oxygen in his brain, it went blank and his vision blurred.

Shi Yao's face gradually turned purple, and her body weakened...

Mo Jintu suddenly became clear-headed and raised his hand to pull her body away. "Shi Yao!"

"Cough, cough, cough …" A crazy cough sounded out in the villa, suddenly filling up the air in the villa, causing Shi Yao to cough non-stop.

"Mo Jintu, you scum, you pervert, you lunatic." Her tears fell crazily. Just a bit more, just a bit more and she would have died at the hands of this scumbag.

Mo Jintu's regained consciousness was shattered by her scolding. He flew into a rage and grabbed her by the collar and carried her in front of him: "You overheard me talking, you still have logic!"

Shi Yao was around 1.65 meters tall, but in front of Mo Jintu, who was 1.87 meters tall, she was at most petite. Now that she was being carried by him, she had no choice but to use her toes to make herself feel less uncomfortable.

But what did this scum say? He actually wanted to strangle Ye Xiao just because Ye Xiao was eavesdropping. That scumbag had a bottom line.

"You guys are arguing so loudly, not everyone can hear you. Blame me." As soon as stubbornness struck him, his words would become sharp thorns.

Seeing her arrogant and impudent face, her white cheeks still had traces of tears, but her bright black eyes were frightening. A powerful aura was released from between her brows, unwilling to admit defeat no matter what.

Mo Jintu looked at her, his gaze fierce, as he lifted his hands to pout under her chin, and exerted force with his fingers: "Shi Yao, what are you so proud of, saying that you have a crush on me is nothing more than vanity. Since you want to climb into my bed so badly, I'll grant you that wish. "

He raised his hand, forcing her to raise her head. Then, he suddenly lowered his head and covered her lips.

Such a rough kiss didn't have the slightest trace of mercy for the fairer sex. It was more like a punishment, ruthlessly crushing her mouth.

Her tongue was numb, and a fishy stench permeated the air. Shi Yao tried her best to resist, but she didn't want to do this.

The sweet taste destroyed Mo Jintu's rationality and made him intoxicated.

This sort of feeling was as if the humiliation that he had once endured could be cured of his pathetic past. Her sweetness was a good medicine to soothe his wounds. It made him addicted, enchanted, and desperate … He wanted more.

The large, scorching hand randomly tore at her clothes, trampling on the softness of her chest. It even pushed her down to the ground, pressing her down when she had no time to resist.

Shi Yao struggled nonstop, but she was still unable to budge an inch. Push, punch, kick … She did everything she could think of, and tears of anxiety once again flowed down her face.

But it was of no use. His body was like a stone, and she could not fight him.

Could it be that she was going to be wantonly insulted by this scumbag and used as a tool to vent her anger?!

No, she wouldn't. She was a person, a living person, not a tool. She had her own pride and pride. She would never allow anyone to trample over her like this.

His hand fumbled around on both sides of his body. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a huge vase beside the stairs. He was overjoyed.

He reached for the vase with all his might and pulled.

Clang!

The vase that was smashed onto the back of Mo Jintu's head emitted a loud and clear sound.

"Ugh …" Mo Jintu groaned, pain coming from the back of his head, he extended his hand to feel, his palm was sticky and slippery.

"You …" This woman actually dared to use a vase to hit him.

Before he could get angry, Mo Jintu's vision suddenly turned black and he fainted.

Looking at his palm which was bright red, Shi Yao was panicking in her heart: "Hey, scum, scum, are you alright? Hey, Mo Jintu, don't scare me, hey … "

There was no reaction, Mo Jintu had already been knocked unconscious.

Shi Yao was so anxious that her eyes were red. She pushed him away and rushed downstairs to get her phone to hit 120.

In the hospital ward, a man with a face as black as a god's sat on the sickbed with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

A bandage was wrapped around the man's head.

Shi Yao stood by the sickbed with her hands down, obediently acting like a daughter-in-law: "S-sorry, I-I didn't do it on purpose."

"You can talk to my lawyer about this, or you can use it as a self-defense when the court is in session." Mo Jintu said coldly.

Shi Yao opened her eyes wide, and looked at him in disbelief: "You want to sue me again?!"

"Yes, I have already informed the lawyer to prosecute you for intentional murder!"

"What?!" Shi Yao screamed, and facepalmed, "Young Master Mo, all of this was just an accident, I was just trying to protect myself, to not let you, to not let you … If I really want to kill you, how could I send you to the hospital? "

Mo Jintu sneered, and remained unmoved in the slightest: "This is only your method. In order to achieve your unspeakable goal, you want me to lower my guard against you."

Right now, she couldn't even wash this off by jumping into the Yellow River!

Shi Yao was speechless, this man's delusions of being killed was already at an advanced stage, there was no cure for it.

Just as he couldn't find any words to refute, an anxious female voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Jin, you …" Why is it you? "