Luo Xi feigned calmness and said, "Cat Cat, what are you doing with the knife? In a family, we should talk quietly and kindly, not just swing knives around; it can ruin the harmonious atmosphere, don't you think?"
Swoosh—
A gust of wind lifted Luo Xi's hair.
The fruit knife whizzed past his face, a mere centimeter from his skin.
(ﾟ∀ﾟ〃)!
He swallowed hard.
Luo Xi turned stiffly to see the glinting knife stuck in the wall, sending a chilling reflection.
[Note: Too bad it missed, how can Cat Cat's aim be so bad? For a perverted loli-con Traveler, a chai dao knife has to be quick, precise, and ruthless!]
Why don't you come out and let Cat Cat stab you for a change, damn text!
"Hmph."
Wei'er coldly snorted, pulled out the fruit knife, nonchalantly blew off the dirt, and placed it back on the nightstand.
