In this moment, Moo Huantong would rather remain blind...
If she were still blind, would he believe her words?
Would he know she was being framed...
Huantong even wished she could gouge out her own eyes.
The man glanced at her and gritted his teeth, "If you don't speak, I will!"
Moo Huantong found it amusing, "What do you want to say? I don't even know you!"
"Still pretending?" Mo Beiyan's eyes shot coldly at her, "There's no point in pretending now. Moo Huantong, if you know what's good for you, confess honestly. My methods, I think you and I are quite familiar with them."
His gaze fell on her shoulder.
Moo Huantong trembled all over, her mind instantly recalling the feeling of him biting on her back...
Painful and humiliating.
She bit her lower lip hard, the sharp edge piercing through, a metallic taste spreading across her tongue.
