Song Nuoyu was so angry at Song Lingling's smug demeanor that her chest ached.
But the angrier she got, the more difficult it became to breathe.
The damned snake coiled its entire body around her, rendering her immobile, and her chest felt increasingly stifled.
The tighter it squeezed, the more she suffered, nearly to the brink of death...
"Song Nuoyu, is it getting harder to bear?" Song Lingling asked gleefully, in an elated mood.
"Song, Song Lingling, if you dare kill me... I will haunt you even as a ghost!" Song Nuoyu glared with hatred in her eyes.
Beyond the hatred, there was deep fear in her gaze.
She didn't want to die!
Yet her pride prevented her from showing weakness in front of Song Lingling.
She could only threaten Song Lingling with hollow words, hoping to scare her into sparing her.
Song Lingling nonchalantly picked her ear, looking infuriatingly smug.
