48 Chapter Forty-Eight

With a grand gesture, Meng brought the knife up to Feng Qi's throat. Any normal person would look terrified at this time, however Feng Qi continued to stare at her with clear, undisturbed eyes.

Annoyance flashed in her eye as she brought the knife closer to Feng Qi's neck. "Do you think I won't do it?"

A dangerous air, burst forth from her small body making the chamber colder than ever before.

"No, I don't think you will."

The calm voice entered Meng's ears causing her grip on the knife to increase. Her hand shook over Feng Qi's throat.

This situation was turning out a lot harder than she originally thought. Thinking about the Feng Qi who crawled away from her when she hadn't even hurt him yet, she thought that all she had to do was threaten him or make a few cuts and it would be over.

Looking into his eyes now... it looked like a bit more effort was needed.

With determination, Meng tried to bring the knife down, however it wouldn't move. Like some force inside of her was stopping her from doing it. Her eyebrows clenched together as she fought an battle inside of herself.

Her brain screamed at her body that she needed to do this. Feeling anything for anyone brought pain and memories that she never wanted to experience again. Therefore, why couldn't she do it?

Unknowingly, her grip on the knife had increase to the point that the wooden part of it was starting to break through her skin. Blood dripped down her hand as her unfocused eyes stared at Feng Qi.

Seeing her like this made Feng a Qi's heart twist painfully. He didn't understand why she was trying to force herself to act like this. Was it something he did? When a drop of blood landed on him from her bleeding hand, Feng Qi's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Swiftly, he used his fingers to reach inside of his sleeve and pulled out a small razor. At an excruciatingly slow speed, he cut through the binds holding him. It was a painful process and every once in a while the razor would cut him accidentally, but seeing her hurt hand made him ignore any of the pain.

When the bind became thin, he pulled his arm up with all of his strength successfully breaking free. Without a second thought, he pulled her shaking hand forcefully away from his throat.

"Stop, you are hurting yourself." He glared at Meng with dark eyes. It took a lot to make him feel hurt, however seeing her in so much pain did it. He applauded her inside of his head for finding the one torture technique that would really harm him.

"Ah-!"

A yelp escapes Meng's lips when Feng Qi pulled on her arm. The pain cleared up her once foggy eyes making Feng Qi angry face appear in front of her. Meng was momentarily stunned at how angry he looked.

"You are already hurt more than this! Who did it! Are you an idiot! why are you moving around when you are in pain!"

He let go of her arm, and brought his hand back down to pick up the razor. He then cut through the other binding in order to sit up.

More carefully, he held her hurt arm and looked at the wound made from the knife before ripping a small piece of his clothing and pressing it against it to stop the bleeding