Ji Chun x Mao Mao ②
Ji Chun was startled, her hands and feet turning ice-cold as she shrank back: "Who exactly are you?"
The man didn't answer, but slowly leaned down, his cold fingers suddenly gripping his neck, his voice hoarse: "You're finally back."
"What are you saying?" Ji Chun struggled desperately, trying to push the other person away, but the other person didn't budge. His fists hit the other person, but it was like hitting cotton, with no effect.
His neck was being choked tighter and tighter, and at the same time his body felt like a ship being tossed about in a storm, as if his internal organs were about to be shattered.
Driven by his survival instinct, Ji Chun grabbed the phone from under the pillow and threw it at the other person's face, but his wrist was immediately pinned down by the other person.
The man on top of him instantly darkened, his eyes surging with a storm of rage as he glared at him through gritted teeth: "Want to do it again? How can you be so heartless?"
Ji Chun didn't understand what the person was saying, but he caught an important piece of information: this person knew him? But looking at that face with only one intact eye, he searched his memory but couldn't recall anything. Such a unique appearance—if he had seen it before, he couldn't possibly be completely oblivious.
"I don't know you. Who are you?" he struggled to ask, his voice hoarse from lack of oxygen.
The person on top of him didn't answer at all, their eyes already filled with a near-madness, and the hand gripping his neck tightened even more. Ji Chun was truly terrified, afraid that he would die on this bed at any moment.
After an unknown amount of time, the person on top of him paused, letting out a suppressed groan. Ji Chun felt a heat on his legs.
Then, a bizarre scene unfolded: a pair of furry, dog-ear-shaped things slowly emerged from the top of the man's head!
"A monster...a demon!" Ji Chun was completely terrified. Taking advantage of the other party's dazed state, she pushed him away with both hands and feet, and ran barefoot to the door without even having time to put on her shoes.
He had only taken two steps when he was suddenly grabbed. The person behind him caught up, one hand tightly gripping his waist, the other hand pressing against his neck.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Please...please let me go."
The man completely ignored his request, slammed him against the wall, and began to act. The violent impact left him dazed, and his vision blurred.
After another heat in his leg, he was dragged from the wall back to the bedside by the person. His knee hit the edge of the bed and he felt a dull pain, but before he could recover, he was once again shoved hard onto the mattress.
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