She touched the woman's dry cheek skin that had been tortured for two days. you still don't understand. her voice was so cold that it made people's hearts beat faster. your life has been mine since two days ago.
A cool breeze blew across his face.
Milo did not see her movements clearly.
A fruit knife that was originally on the coffee table was now in the other party's hand, and he was pressing it against the artery on his neck.
A strand of hair had been cut off at an extremely fast speed and was scattered on her body, causing her skin to itch.
"You're asking me what I want from you?"
"No..." Milo's voice trembled. Her neck was touched by the sharp and cold tip of a knife, and goosebumps appeared on her skin. I ... Everything I have belongs to you."
"Yes." Si Rong swiftly put the fruit knife away. It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion or a joke between friends.
