The room was a mess and eerily silent.
The sharp blade left faint bloodstains on the woman's face, and the pressure on her neck made her breathing incredibly difficult.
As Shao Zifeng ceased his attack, the woman's unfocused pupils slowly regained some clarity.
Looking at Shao Zifeng, the woman felt a wave of relief. This man had almost killed her moments ago.
Shao Zifeng did not turn around. The fiery phantom in his eyes flickered in and out of existence, and the blade of the dagger in his hand emitted a high temperature. The bloodstains the woman had just received quickly scabbed over and darkened, and a faint burnt smell permeated the air.
"Zifeng, let go,"
Seeing the scene before her, Chen Yixin panicked. She tumbled out of the bed onto the floor and crawled over to grab Shao Zifeng's arm, "She's one of us."
"Huh~"
Feeling the warmth of Chen Yixin's palm, the anger in Shao Zifeng's heart slowly dissipated.
