The whooshing cold wind caused the trees by the roadside to rustle loudly, and the pitch-dark shadows overlapped and shot into the car, casting onto Li Qianze's grim and horrifying face, sending shivers down one's spine.
His blood-red eyes stared at Mo Liusha, like a soul-harvesting demon in the winter.
Mo Liusha shuddered, finally realizing what she had done.
She was scared and wanted to flee, but there was nowhere to escape.
Li Qianze suddenly pressed down and kissed her lips again, this kiss was even more intense than the previous one.
His fingers clasped her head, forcibly prying open her lips and entangling deeply.
Mo Liusha turned her head, unable to escape, desperately pushing him, and even bit him.
But Li Qianze, disregarding everything, entangled with her tongue, both mouths filled with the taste of blood.
Li Qianze kissed deeper and deeper, swallowing her tongue, her tears, consumed by the idea of devouring her entirely.
