The blade inside the apple reflected with a chilling light. He subconsciously licked the apple juice that had splattered on his hands. The man was startled while tasting the slightly sour juice that was stimulating his tongue, not sure what to think.
He just looked at her expressionlessly, keeping his mouth shut. If his men outside the room had seen him in this way, they would definitely have been dumbfounded—oh man, Boss was so scary!
Qianmo, however, completely ignored him.
This guy was never truly fierce in her previous life. He looked aggressive, but he was mild inside his heart. At least, that was how he treated her, as long as she pulled out the stick that could be used to tease him.
"Still silent?" She had asked twice, fiddling with the blade in a meaningful way, conveying her intentions.
One second later, Yu Changmo yielded.
