"Xiaxia!" Sheng Yize frowned and wanted to snatch the knife away. An Xiaxia whimpered, "Stay where you are…"
Sheng Yize froze. He suddenly realized that he didn't dare do anything rash.
He had always been confident in his deft movements, but when it came to An Xiaxia, he couldn't take the risk.
"Alright. I won't move. I'll do whatever you say. Put the knife down!" Sheng Yize cajoled.
"I don't believe you!" An Xiaxia looked upset.
Sheng Yize raised both hands in resignation. "I mean it. I'm not lying to you."
An Xiaxia heaved a sigh and decided to trust him. She put the knife down.
She had chosen the right strategy. Thanks to Sheng Yize's indulgence of her, it was much easier to cut herself than to try and stab him.
