"One. That's it, now get lost."
Liu Liyue turned around, looking at Ye Tian on the ground with cold eyes, took a sip of red wine, leaving a not-yet-dry crimson stain at the corner of her mouth.
Ye Tian lay on the ground, attempting to move his body. Fortunately, both arms were only penetrated but without any tendon or bone damage. Enduring the pain, he rolled over to the side to prevent his arms from being pressed and obstructing blood circulation, and could only lie there.
"Now can we talk?"
"Ye Tian, if you've forgotten what I said just now, I'm absolutely not going to repeat it. What, do you think I was joking?" There was a common fruit knife on the quartz coffee table, which Liu Liyue picked up, skillfully flipped her wrist to fling a knife flower, straightened the blade, and pressed it against Ye Tian's face, sliding down to rest on the pulsing carotid artery in his neck.
"This shadow is also on you."
Astonished.
