Lass, I Was Wrong!

"Xie Jiuhan, what are you doing? Are you crazy?!" Feng Qing was angry. She shouted hoarsely, but her voice was not loud. Moreover, her throat was dry and itchy, making her want to cough.

Xie Jiuhan looked at her and did not say a word. He did not cry out in pain. He did not even frown. Feng Qing's eyes turned red and were quickly covered in a layer of mist.

The man picked up the dagger again and stuffed it back into Feng Qing's hand. Then, he placed his neck on the tip of the dagger. With this position, angle and sharpness of this dagger, Feng Qing only needed to exert a little strength and a bloody hole would appear on the man's neck.

Feng Qing swallowed and shouted angrily, "What do you mean? You want me to hurt you personally so that we can call it even? Don't you know that doing this will only make my heart ache more?"