Yu Siqiao's face turned green as he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you believe I could strangle you to death!"
Mo Shu's mind flashed back to the moment she had first arrived in this world, recalling the pain that seemed severe enough to claim her life.
The agonizing pain, despair, and fear seemed to assault her once more.
Subconsciously shrinking her neck, Mo Shu was filled with stifled anger. She glared up at him, "What can you do apart from bullying women!"
Yu Siqiao's eyes were pitch black like a violent tempest. Hearing her words, he scoffed lowly, "What kind of woman are you supposed to be?"
Mo Shu grew even more annoyed, "How am I not a woman!"
"Other women are gentle and kind, quiet and considerate. But you? You resort to fighting and killing at the drop of a hat, always clashing with me. You call yourself a woman with that behavior?"
