Just as the knife was about to fall, Ahning barely caught it. He cast an indifferent smile and retreated several steps back to stand between Su Qiqi and Jin Lin, "Boring."
As Jin Muchen was about to step forward, the knife landed on Su Qiqi's neck. She could even smell the tang of blood on the blade, faint yet pungently nauseating.
"Jin Muchen, do you like her?" Ahning pushed the knife a little closer, and Su Qiqi could feel a stinging pain from her neck.
Despite the pain, she didn't dare to struggle that moment, as behind her lay the unfathomable abyss.
With his gaze ominously fixed on Ahning, Jin Muchen chose to remain silent.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Can't get it out? If you don't say it now, you might lose the chance." Ahning's tone was nonchalant, as if he was giving advice.
"Wei Ning, you can come at me."
"Shut up!" Ahning's anger flared at his words, his eyes livid, suddenly losing control of his emotions.
"I don't have time to play with you, Jin Muchen."
