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"There is…"

The inexplicable transformation before her eyes seemed to have ceased all of Medea's cognitive functions.

One second there was laughter and conversation, the next, a knife was at her throat.

Are men so fickle?

However, the cold sensation on her neck was very real, so in response to Fu Qian's question, she unconsciously replied.

"Very good, a high-quality single female guest!"

Fu Qian commented seriously upon hearing this, while the high-end kitchen knife traced a circle around her neck.

"Go and drive the car."

"…Okay."

Though the blade hadn't cut through her skin, goosebumps still rose on Medea's neck.

Although still a student, his hands were steady, leaving no doubt that he could strike at any moment.

For a while, Medea dared not object to Fu Qian's demands.

…

"The car isn't bad."

Guided by a terrified Medea, the two quickly exited the building and got into a bright yellow car in the garage.

"It's… okay."