Ye Sihan was unpredictably moody, unfathomable, so that no one could entirely guess what was on his mind.
Moreover, being in a hotel always felt particularly dangerous.
"Feeling better?" Ye Sihan's low and coercive voice resonated.
Tang Yu instinctively tightened her grip on the knife and fork, desperately trying to control her trembling heart as she steadied herself to reply, "I'm still a bit uncomfortable, you were too forceful..."
As soon as she finished speaking, a dinner knife from Ye Sihan's side that hadn't been used was stretched over, landing under Tang Yu's jaw and slightly lifting it.
The skin under Tang Yu's jaw tensed from the cold touch of the metal, but what was more alarming was that it was a dinner knife.
Even though it was blunt, with Ye Sihan's strength, splitting her throat would be effortlessly easy.
Therefore, she stiffened her body, daring not to move a muscle.
"Want compensation, hm?" Ye Sihan's piercing eyes, like black holes, locked onto her gaze.
