The corner of her forehead hit the wall, and Qian Sisi only saw stars, her mind in a daze. Xie Zhiyao's hands around her throat were like ghostly claws. Qian Sisi gritted her teeth, not daring to relax even a bit. She reached out, trying to pry Xie Zhiyao's hands away, but she couldn't match the strength of this madwoman.
"Cough... cough... cough... cough..." The ghostly claws around her throat tightened more and more. In an instinctive attempt to breathe, Qian Sisi opened her mouth. Seeing Qian Sisi looking half-dead, slumped stupefied against the wall, seemingly about to faint at any second, Xie Zhiyao felt a suffocating malice in her heart finally ease. Proudly, she leaned closer to Qian Sisi, whose face had turned ashen, and said cruelly, "Now you're scared? It's too late! I'm going to show you the price of competing with me, Xie Zhiyao—"
