Zhang Xiaolan's face was indifferent, "Stop beating around the bush and asking, it's really annoying. If you don't have the guts to stab yourself, then get lost. I've seen plenty of men like you."
As soon as her voice fell, suddenly there was a ripping sound.
The people around screamed again, sending out shrill cries.
Rao Xin had really plunged that sharp paper knife deeply into his own heart, the entire blade sinking into it.
Instantly, blood flowed out, his face turned pale, but he wore a happy smile.
He tried to stand up straight, muttering, "Xiaolan, do you see this? I've ... I've stabbed the knife into my heart, I ... I've bared my true feelings!"
"You ... you hurry up ... hurry up and say you'll be my girlfriend."
Zhang Xiaolan glanced at him irritably, then at the knife that had been plunged into him.
She shook her head, "What a fool!"
But there was a touch of emotion on her face.
Suddenly, she reached out for the handle of the knife and yanked it out!
