Dear

Li Mao glared into Wan Fuqi's smiling eyes and said in a low voice, "I-I said, I'm gonna... gonna fucking kill you!"

Wan Fuqi knew the person in his arms had a stutter.

It was his first time reading a stutterer's lips, and it really was a little harder than reading an ordinary person's.

Fortunately, the Alpha's stutter was not too severe, and Wan Fuqi understood what he meant.

Kill you.

How cute.

Wan Fuqi smiled softly.

How could someone be so cute even when saying, "I'll kill you"?

Those moist lips opened and closed. He was so angry, yet he could not even get out a complete sentence.

There was not the slightest bit of intimidation in it. It was more like he was acting spoiled.

Wan Fuqi's smile deepened, and his hold around Li Mao tightened further, so hard Li Mao felt as if those arms were about to squeeze him in half.

Forced to, he opened his mouth wide and sucked in fresh air.

Wan Fuqi's gaze locked onto Li Mao's lips as he gasped heavily, and he murmured as if entranced, "I'll give you a chance to kill me."

He lowered his eyes to look into Li Mao's, smiling gently. "Why not try the drug you brought?"

"Dear, focus a little more, okay?"

Already at a disadvantage, Li Mao knew full well that if he were force-fed that drug again, he would definitely be finished.

He seized the moment Wan Fuqi let go with one hand to reach for the powder on the table and drove his elbow hard into his lower abdomen.

Li Mao's strength was not to be underestimated. Even with the drug dulling his sense of pain, Wan Fuqi still grunted dully when struck and instinctively released the arm holding Li Mao.

Li Mao grabbed Wan Fuqi's T-shirt from behind, raised his leg, and struck the same spot on his lower abdomen again.

This time, Wan Fuqi clutched the spot that had been hit twice and bent over slightly.

Li Mao pressed his advantage, slamming Wan Fuqi straight to the floor. He planted a knee against the man's throat and pinned him firmly beneath him.

He looked down at Wan Fuqi beneath him, whose face was starting to flush red from suffocation.

A victor's smile appeared on his face.

He patted Wan Fuqi's face and mocked, "Idiot, keep that half... half packet of medicine for yourself. You'll... you'll have plenty to deal with later."

Between revenge and payment, Li Mao still chose the money.

Who would pick a fight with money?

If he really killed this crazy Omega, not only would he earn nothing, he would also invite unnecessary trouble.

This time, he no longer cared whether the Omega lived or died. He reached for the remaining half-packet of medicine, intending to feed it all into the Omega's mouth.

Wan Fuqi, with his throat locked down, could not make a sound. He moved his hand and grabbed Li Mao's ankle beside his waist.

Li Mao glanced at the hand gripping his ankle and did not think much of it.

He did not believe an Omega with his throat pinned could still have room to fight back.

He turned his attention back to the sealed opening of the powder packet.

Meanwhile, the man's hand moved to his calf.

The veins at Li Mao's temple throbbed twice, and he sped up as he pried open the packet.

But the moment he opened it, the man's hand had already reached his thigh.

Li Mao could not take it anymore. Just as he was about to force-feed him, his body jerked forward and froze, an unfamiliar flush rising to his face.

He slowly lowered his head to look at the man beneath him.

The man's face had started turning purple from lack of oxygen, but the corners of his mouth were curling up in satisfaction.

Li Mao gritted his teeth and ordered, "Take... take your damn paw off my... my ass!!"

Wan Fuqi naturally understood what Li Mao meant.

But not only did he not let go, he squeezed twice even more brazenly.

"Fuck!!"

Li Mao cursed angrily and raised his fist, smashing it down at the man beneath him.

The dull thud of knuckles striking a cheekbone was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Perhaps afraid he might actually beat his two thousand yuan to death, Li Mao eased the pressure of his knee against Wan Fuqi's throat slightly after that punch, giving the man a little room to recover.

Wan Fuqi's head had been knocked to the side by that merciless blow. Even after the pressure on his throat lessened, he remained motionless on the floor.

Just as Li Mao thought he had killed the Omega with one punch and was about to check whether the person beneath him was breathing, the man suddenly laughed.

"Haha." Wan Fuqi slowly turned his head, making the hairs on Li Mao's back stand on end.

"If... if you fucking laugh again, I'll... I'll stomp your throat flat," Li Mao threatened viciously, his face stern.

To his surprise, Wan Fuqi laughed even harder after hearing that.

Once he had laughed enough, he looked into Li Mao's sparkling eyes and offered an objective assessment. "Baby, your ass is really perky."