"Ling Shan, please let me go. I'm so tired. Please don't do this."
Human patience has its limits; once those limits are exceeded, people will think of resisting.
Song Lingshan's hand gripping his collar trembled slightly, her chest heaved violently, and a hazy, piercing noise emanated from her ears.
The voice was sharp and broken, filled with deep resentment.
"Let you go? Why should I let you go? Why should you break up with me just like that?"
"Don't forget, you were the one who promised to be with me for life!"
Su Luo desperately wanted to escape. He knew that with Song Lingshan in this state, he was not far from death.
But a short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one, Su Luo said, mustering her courage.
"I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, but so much time has passed, and besides, didn't you say your family was going to introduce you to someone..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
Song Lingshan slapped herself across the face.
Su Luo did not run away, but silently closed her eyes.
But the slap never came.
I just felt a chill on my neck.
Su Luo opened her eyes in confusion, her pupils dilating slightly.
Song Lingshan, who was already on the verge of a breakdown, had a strange smile on her face.
She held the golden knife she always carried to his throat.
"I'll give you one more chance. Take back what you just said, and I can pretend nothing happened, and we can go back to how things were before."
"..."
Su Luo remained silent, simply watching her quietly, her expression gradually darkening.
After a long pause, Su Luo slowly spoke.
"If you really want me dead, then go ahead and do it."
If Song Lingshan really wants him dead, he can't escape her clutches forever.
Since we can't avoid it, instead of suffering through this ordeal, we might as well take a gamble.
He was betting that she might actually go crazy and slit his throat in the office.
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