Ning Qing turned her head and avoided his kiss. His breath was burning against her cheeks.
"You're not willing to? Don't worry. You'll be begging me to satisfy you later. You're just a flighty b*tch," He cursed.
Suddenly, he felt something sharp against his waist, with a slight cold sensation.
Xu Junxi sat straight and looked. Ning Qing held a small knife that she kept for self-defense. The sharp tip of the blade was already against his abdomen.
"Ning Qing, you kept a knife on you? What are you trying to do?" Xu Junxi opened his eyes and stared. Why would a girl hide a knife on her? Did she know that it's dangerous as she might hurt herself?
Ning Qing pushed the sharp blade on his abdomen and Xu Junxi retreated. Ning Qing shook off his control as she wished and she left the bed.
