The Canary that couldn't escape

Chapter 850: Chapter 851 Fujiwara Ize’s Unease 3

Fujiwara Ize kissed her fiercely, his hands tightly encircling her waist, wanting to meld her into his own body.

Mo Ran frowned in disgust, struggling desperately. Their teeth clashed incessantly, and it was unclear whose lips had been bitten, as a taste of blood spread between their mouths.

She struggled until her whole body was weak, but Mo Ran did not give up.

Seeing her like this, Fujiwara Ize finally let her go.

She raised her wrist, wanting to slap him, but he easily caught her hand.

The man’s lips were swollen and sensuous, his eyes deep, which made Mo Ran feel even more repulsed.

"I warn you, don’t touch me a second time! Your touch makes me feel sick!"

"Is that so? Then I’ll make you feel sick again." After saying this, he was about to close in on her once more.

As he was about to reach her, his movement suddenly halted.

Mo Ran had a sharpened chopstick in her hand, pointed at her own throat.

The wooden chopstick had been honed to a needle-like sharpness, and if she drove it into her throat with force, she would undoubtedly die.

The wisdom of a woman truly should not be underestimated.

He had taken precautions to prevent her from harming herself, leaving no dangerous objects around her. Yet he hadn’t expected she could use a chopstick as a weapon.

Fujiwara Ize backed off a bit, looking at her deeply, "Put the chopstick down."

Mo Ran took a few steps away from him, smiling coldly, "Do you think I’m that stupid? Fujiwara Ize, even without this chopstick, I have other ways to kill myself.

I’ve been contemplating every day about what could cause someone’s death, and you could never guess how many methods I’ve come up with.

I’m telling you, if you dare to touch me again, I will absolutely die in front of you!"

"Although I’ve decided not to die for now, it doesn’t mean I will live miserably in this world!"

Very good, her words had threatened him.

The man took a deep breath, tasting defeat once more.

In this lifetime, he had never failed, yet in Mo Ran’s hands, he had failed more than once!

But he couldn’t let go of her; he couldn’t bring himself to be ruthless.

"Fine, without your consent, I won’t touch you again, is that enough?"

"I hope you keep your word." Mo Ran shot him a cold glance and turned to leave.

She wouldn’t stay with him any longer.

Watching her receding figure, a hint of worry flashed in Fujiwara Ize’s eyes.

Could he ever truly have her? Could he keep her by his side for a lifetime?

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