Chapter 133 Fu Yungui, you scum!

Besides, does a man really have to say that out loud? Provoking him like that is just for a moment of verbal gratification, but in the end, you'll only suffer physically.

Sawa couldn't help but sigh, feeling a pang of worry for her.

Little sister, good luck to you.

Anu watched and couldn't help but sigh as well.

He thought for a moment, then spoke up to remind him, though he wasn't sure if it would even be of any use.

"Miss Huang, you'd better not talk to him like that, or you'll definitely be the one who suffers."

Momo kept her head down and didn't say a word.

Sawa and Anu exchanged glances and then fell silent.

The study was dimly lit, and this was the first time Momo had ever been inside; she had been forced into it.

She smiled bitterly. It really was a prison. What else could it be but a prison if people were locked up here? No, this place was even more terrifying than a prison.

It imprisons freedom and forever leaves one with no hope of escaping.

The space inside was large, but pitch black. The sky outside was not yet light, and with the almost fading moonlight, it was impossible to see the surrounding environment clearly.

The entire wall in front was covered with surveillance cameras, emitting a dim light that shone on the girl's pale face.

The video plays on a loop as she leaves the bedroom and her figure disappears into the woods.

Momo was already completely exhausted and slumped on the ground, looking up at the images that kept flashing before her eyes, which seemed to be mocking her overestimation of her abilities.

Yes, how did she have the courage to stand up to that man?

The plan, which had been prepared for a long time, had barely stepped out of the iron fence when it was suddenly caught and brought back.

How ridiculous that sounds!

Momo still can't figure out at what step she slipped up.

But she doesn't care at all now.

After the man discovered her intention to escape, she had no chance to come back a second time.

Once the tension and anxiety subsided and I relaxed, the pain in my back and feet returned.

Momo lay on the plush carpet next to the sofa, breathing slightly heavily.

Her whole body felt like it had been run over by a car; she was in pain, exhausted, and her entire body was filled with aches and pains.

She had already been tormented by Fu Yungui for a long time in bed that night, and her body was extremely tired. She was only able to keep going on the run because of her instinct to survive and her desire for freedom. Otherwise, she would not have been able to take a single heavy step.

The monitor above was still running, and the girl on the floor was lying down, almost asleep.

She felt so tired, she couldn't hold on any longer.

A moment later, the door was suddenly opened.

Fu Yungui strolled in with his hands in his pockets and turned on the light.

The sudden light was blinding, and the girl on the ground instinctively raised her arm to shield her eyes, even though they were closed.

The man sat on the sofa opposite her, crossed his legs, and leaned back, staring at the person on the floor.

"What, are you getting sleepy?"

"Looks like it's still not exciting enough. Shall we get you something to perk you up?"

Momo didn't react to the sound and remained lying there motionless.

Fu Yungui chuckled, propped his hand on the edge of the sofa, and then squeezed the controller in his hand a few times.

A moment later, the scene changed, and a familiar, gentle voice came through.

The next second, the sound reached the ears of the person lying on the ground, and the girl suddenly looked up.

Then his face turned deathly pale.

"Fu Yungui!" she shouted his name through gritted teeth.

"What's wrong?" The man chuckled when he saw her anxious.

"You look much better now."

Momo stared at the image above, her hatred for the man deepening in her eyes.

"Fu Yungui, I should have killed you just now."

She truly regretted not pressing the trigger decisively the moment she touched the gun and pointed it at him.

If she really pressed the button, even if she couldn't escape, she would be willing to give up her life as long as she could kill him.

"Is that so?"

A gloomy expression instantly appeared on the man's face, his eyes cold and piercing. He got up from the sofa, walked over, and curled his lips at the person on the ground.

In less than half an hour, he was so honored to hear people saying they hated him and wanted to kill him.

Many people hate him, and countless others want to kill him.

If someone doesn't have the ability or skill to solve their own problems, they'll just take his words as a joke.

He never takes those who aren't even qualified to be his opponents seriously.

But this woman, besides lying and deceiving, didn't have any other skills.

But he didn't like hearing those words come out of her mouth.

If you're being fucked by yourself in bed, talking about it is just flirting.

I got out of bed and listened, and it was fucking grating.

"It doesn't seem too late now. I'll give you a chance to try."

"Let's see if you can kill me."

The man's face was full of mockery as he pulled the person up from the ground.

"Huang Momo, if you've got the guts, then let me die on your body today."

"Otherwise, let's settle the score properly."

Momo was being pulled hard by him, her weak body, which was practically as thin as a sheet of paper, swaying from side to side.

"Don't touch me."

Momo felt utterly disgusted by his touch, and she struggled desperately under his hands.

The man turned the girl around, pushed her face outwards against the French windows, and leaned closer, laughing, "Do you have the final say?"

The next second, the ripped coat was torn off.

The girl's entire back was covered in blood. The wound wasn't deep, but it was long, running from her shoulder down her waistline to just above her buttocks.

The blood on her snow-white back had mostly dried.

Fu Yungui stared at it for a few moments, and was about to lean down and reach out to touch it.

As a result, the girl, who was pressed against the glass, struggled with all her might to break free from his arms, as if he were something disgusting that she couldn't bear to touch.

"Fu Yungui, you scumbag."

Why don't you kill me?

In that instant, the slight pang of heartache that had just welled up in the man's eyes quickly cooled down.

He stared at the face reflected in the glass window, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Huang Momo, it seems like you really don't remember things. Well then, I'll be kind and remind you."

"I've said it before, it's more fun to fuck you than to kill you."

"What, you've forgotten so quickly?"

"It seems the memory wasn't deep enough."

After saying that, the man stopped smiling and reached out to tear off the rest of her fabric.

The sound of clothes tearing almost drowned out the voices of the people on the surveillance camera.

In the surveillance footage, Su He was sitting in the living room talking on the phone with her husband. Her voice was still gentle and soft, and the smile on her face was so shy that she looked like a little girl.

Meanwhile, the real little girl, their precious daughter, is currently experiencing abnormal pleasure under this surveillance camera.

The girl's snow-white, soft butterfly was pressed against the glass window. Her fresh wounds reopened, and fresh blood flowed out, sticking to the man's chest, making the flower imprint even more vivid.

He looked into her eyes through the mirror, her defiant eyes fixed on him. Fu Yungui couldn't help but laugh, then turned her entire body around to face him.

He gripped her shoulders tightly with both hands... (I deleted this because it wasn't approved. New readers, please don't leave a bad review because of this. Thank you.)

"What, if you feel wronged, you can take the initiative instead."

Momo's eyes were filled with tears. She turned away, not wanting to look at him, but as soon as she turned her head, his arm blocked her view.

"Why are you hiding?"

"I gave you these eyes because I was soft-hearted back then, now it's time to put them to good use."