Zhao Huangzhi burst out in cold laughter as she stood up with crazed eyes which made her seem like a venomous beauty. "You can curse all you want but it's pointless. Let's just get one thing straight, you aren't going to walk out of that door alive," she said pointing at the wooden door with her dagger before sitting down as though patiently waiting for someone or something to happen.
Wen Qinxi looked down at the cut seeping out blood and couldn't help but negotiate, "You don't have to do this, haven't I always been nice to you?" while fending off the nauseous feeling creeping up his neck.
Zhao Huangzhi sneered at him, "Nice is that what you call it? You stole him from me gifting him with things and feeding him. Those feelings he has for you were all meant to be for me. You fucking vixen, he belongs to me!"
