"Don't forget, I've poisoned you, and I'm the only one with the antidote. If you dare lay a finger on me today..."
Before Lan Liehuo could finish his sentence, Ye Yingsu had pressed her knife into a rather delicate area of his anatomy.
Lan Liehuo sucked in a sharp breath, his brows furrowed in consternation. He could survive a broken head, a flow of blood, but if he lost that particular part of his body, how could he continue living as a man!
"Why don't you struggle? Weren't you all boastful a while ago?"
Lan Liehuo's rage was at boiling point, nearly splitting him apart. He regretted not killing her when they were in Ming City, which had given her a chance to strike back.
"If you don't move, I will!"
