70 Not Someone You Can Afford to Mess With (3)

The bodyguards in black suits paused mid-step when they heard the rebuke. A small part of the sharp tip of the hairpin placed against Zhao Youxi's neck by Zhao Youlin had already pierced into her skin. 

Blood flowed down along Zhao Youxi's fair neck. The mixture of red and light colors created an indescribable visual impact.

Zhao Youxi felt the pain in her neck. She reflexively looked down, only to see the bright red color of her blood. Her mind instantly went blank. 

After a brief moment of dismay, Zhao Youxi returned to her senses. Her intense fear had induced her to struggle violently. She said, "How dare you… How could you…"

Upon hearing Zhao Youxi's words, Zhao Youlin almost wanted to laugh out loud. 'That's weird, I've already done it this far, what makes this weirdo think that I dare not do it?'