"Oh…" Luo Yangyang's eyes were filled with fear as she shook her head.
What did Jiang Haifeng want to do?
What was he doing with a knife?
Jiang Haifeng, who was holding a knife in his hand, stepped on the small bed with his crippled left leg.
The single bed was not wide to begin with, so he was very close to Luo Yangyang with just a bend.
"I want to leave some marks on you. How about carving some words on you?"Jiang Haifeng's dagger, which was glinting with a cold light, reached out in front of Luo Yangyang.
The dagger was pressed against Luo Yangyang's cheek. The cold touch scared her so much that she trembled and did not dare to move.
Luo Yangyang did not even dare to tremble. She was afraid that if she did, the sharp dagger would cut her face.
"How should I engrave the words?" Jiang Haifeng looked at Luo Yangyang, whose eyes were filled with fear but did not dare to resist.