C758 Mo Ya I Want You to Kill Me with Your Own Hands!
She won.
In this round, she narrowly claimed victory.
She gambled with her life to see if Yem Mohan truly cared.
Her blood, her life, was always his weakness.
The glaring red, the pounding of his heart, only the excruciating pain of crimson stirred every nerve in him.
Morning broke!
She won the bet.
A deep embrace brought her husband back to her.
A deep embrace almost cost him his beloved
