Di Fuyi was speechless.
Gu Xijiu frowned at his silence, but her left hand was still holding her knife to his neck. She used her right hand to lift his chin and said, "You’re such a beautiful guy. A man who is kind to me. My knife is very fast and your head would roll off your shoulder if I wanted it to happen. By that time, you wouldn't be pretty anymore!"
Di Fuyi was running out of words. He looked at her and slowly said, "I guess you rarely get drunk…"
Otherwise, she would have scared many people to death!
If a gentle little girl could be so fierce and daring when she was drunk, Di Fuyi felt it was worth it for him to share the alcohol! Thus, he allowed her to lift his chin as though she was flirting with him. He even blinked his eyes and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Gu Xijiu's right hand then gently ran up to his eyes, "Such a pair of slutty eyes... They seem to have the power to suck out our soul...."
