"I've already died once, what am I afraid of?"

"Zhang Youye, don't let go. If you're so capable, just strangle me like this."

After the words were spoken, apart from the two of them catching their breath, the surroundings fell into dead silence.

Just as Zhang Youye's heart sank and he was about to deliver the fatal blow, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the house.

Recognizing that it was Shu Qianxin's footsteps, Shu Chuanran slapped away the hand that was holding his neck.

Almost at the same time that Zhang Youye was about to step forward, Shu Qianxin's exclamation interrupted his actions.

"Ah! You guys are fighting here?"

Looking at the mess scattered all over the floor, Shu Qianxin went inside and hurriedly checked on Shu Chuanran's injuries.

"Brother, are you alright? Zhang Youye, why did you fight with my brother!"

"Don't ask me, ask your brother." With that indifferent reply, Zhang Youye turned and left.

Shu Qianxin was unconvinced and wanted to chase after him, but Shu Chuanran stopped her.

Rubbing his neck, which had been pinched until it bled red, Shu Chuanran said nonchalantly, "I provoked him, so don't go after him. If you piss him off again, he'll beat you up too."

"Brother, why did you provoke him? What did you say to him?" Shu Qianxin asked, her eyes wide.

"I didn't say anything."

"You didn't say anything about why he hit you like that? Look at your neck, he actually hit you so hard! If I had arrived a moment later, you would have been strangled to death!"

Shu Chuanran casually lay down on the sofa beside him, closed his eyes, and knowing that his sister wouldn't give up until she got an answer, he struggled to open his eyes and explain.

"I just want him to strangle me."

"What?" Shu Qianxin stumbled, her eyes widening again. "Brother, what are you talking about!"

I just want him to strangle me.

In other words, I just want to die.