Seeing Su Qinwei pressing a throw pillow towards his face, Yin Tian snatched the pillow away in one quick move.
Su Qinwei, upon seeing this, reached out directly towards the knife embedded in Yin Tian's body.
Yin Tian grabbed Su Qinwei's small hand, held her down, and rapidly smeared his fingers over Qinwei's face.
"Wake up!"
With a soft rebuke from Yin Tian, Su Qinwei stopped moving.
Having neutralized the threat, Yin Tian collapsed onto the couch, breathing heavily.
Beads of sweat, the size of soybeans, continuously slid down Yin Tian's forehead.
Exhaustion filled his face.
Especially the wound on his stomach, which due to the violent movements just now, was sliced even further by the blade, bleeding profusely, staining the couch beneath Yin Tian red.
After a little over a minute, Ye Qinghuang was the first to come around.
She blinked blankly, finally seeing Yin Tian covered in blood.
"Yin... Yin Tian!"
Ye Qinghuang let out a cry of alarm.
