In one sentence, You Xi was drenched in cold sweat. The small cut on his neck was not that painful, but the pressure from Yan Qingsi's aura was much scarier than the knife on his neck.
His body shaking precariously, as though he could fall anytime. You Xi had never faced situations like this before. He grew up being pampered. Who would dare to even wrong him in the slightest?
You Xi felt the murderous aura coming from Yan Qingsi and said, "Put down your knife, we... can talk this out. I can give you whatever you want…"
Yan Qingsi flexed her hand, pushing his head downwards forcefully, "If you move again, I'll run you through."
Yan Qingsi's steel cold voice was almost knife-like, piercing through him.
You Xi's legs felt weak, unable to move.
He knew Yan Qingsi was telling the truth. She was serious... Ye Shaoguang was right. This woman was... a demoness.
