Luoluo's temples throbbed rapidly, and she flatly refused, "No."
There were still unsettled scores from before, yet they deceived the young lord again—now they had the audacity to come and take advantage of her situation.
"Uh... it's nothing important." As expected, Lin Suqing replied sheepishly, then shamelessly added, "I'd like to borrow a small dagger from you."
"Luoluo, give it to him."
Since Xi Ye had spoken, Luoluo had no choice but to suppress her anger and desire—she flicked her wrist and Lin Suqing suddenly heard a "whoosh" past his ear, followed by a "thud," and saw a double-edged dagger standing upright next to his hand. The blade's edge was nearly touching the edge of his palm, and a mere half-inch closer would have sliced off his little finger.
Though tossed casually, the dagger had stabbed deep, and it took Lin Suqing some effort to pull it out of the table.
