Fu min was still in a daze.
A pair of cold hands cupped her face, gentle but strong.
Immediately after.
It was a lingering kiss.
Fu Shang's mind was still in a state of confusion. Perhaps it was because the aura of this person was too familiar, and there was an indescribable sense of security that made her forget to guard against him.
Until a cold dagger was pressed against her neck.
A cold light flashed.
A slight pain.
Even though Fu min was still a slow-witted person, he was still very familiar with cold weapons, let alone such a dangerous one.
Fu Shang quickly blocked the dagger with his hand.
The sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh.
Hearing this was enough to send shivers down one's spine but Fu min didn't even bat an eyelid as his other hand clutched onto the man's neck.
Fu Shang was very strong.
Without a doubt, if she used a little more force, she could snap his neck.
