With more strength, Kelly's face turned red because the air in her lungs was slowly exhausted, but there was still a proud smile on her pale lips.

"Dylan, kill me, anyway. I don't want to live. Even if you don't kill me, I will kill myself when the judgment comes down. "

"I'm afraid to dirty my hands." Dylan said coldly.

Seeing that he was going to let go, Kelly sneered: "Dylan, I'm the murderer of your beloved woman.Can you really bear it and let me go? "

The fingers that had been slightly loose tightly grabbed her neck again.

Dylan tried hard to control himself. Now this is a...