Aggrieved, Xiao Yue glared at him. How could he even laugh like that? Maybe because Long Zhao Feng felt guilty, he grabbed Xiao Yue's hurting hand and rubbed her palm like consoling a little child.
"There, there. Pain, pain, go away."
"I am not a child," Xiao Yue said coldly, her lips drawn to a single horizontal line.
Long Zhao Feng chuckled and shook his head many times as if ridiculing Xiao Yue. It did not make the woman any happier.
"What I want to say is, the next time you think about killing me, you better have a good exit plan for yourself."
"... What do you mean?"
"Did I not say it already the first time around? What is going to happen to you, whether you succeed or not?"
