Yin Ningfu was petrified. She didn’t know how to explain this fear that she was feeling. When the black figure slowly inched closer, it was as if he was a grim reaper holding a sickle and when he raised his sickle, Yin Ningfu felt something warm between her legs.
Yin Ningfu had completely lost control of her bladder and both her legs were shaking vigorously.
Wang Jin raised the blade in his hand, aiming at Yin Ningfu’s head.
“No! Please stop!” Yin Ningfu held her head tightly when she saw the knife coming down at her and screamed, her body shaking furiously. “Ah!”