Mo Yuyao, who was originally struggling, calmed down immediately upon hearing Song Yun's voice. She then tried to look at Song Yun's face but it was not the familiar one she knew.
"I'll give you one chance. Leave now and you can still make it. Otherwise, once they've regrouped, it'll be too late for you to escape," Wang Tu said with a smile. Although he was a pervert, his IQ was not low; he knew the more time dragged on, the more desperate this person would become.
"You're seeking your own death," Song Yun said, squinting at Wang Tu.
"I'm not afraid of dying," Wang Tu shook his head. "If I can have my way with such a beautiful woman, it's worth dying for. Tsk tsk tsk, by this scent, my beauty, you're still a virgin, aren't you? Haha."
