The fruit knife was long and sharp, glinting with a chilling light under the sunlight.
Ruan Qi was so scared her tail was straight, and she 'swooshed' off the couch, extending her hand to shield Xi Jiu.
"Mom, Mommy..." the little girl stuttered, "if you kill Jiujiu, I, I... I'll be a bachelor my whole life!"
That threat was vicious.
Vicious enough that Shen Wenqian almost spat out his water.
Yang Liu observed her daughter, who faced death bravely, and her willow-brow slightly raised as she clenched the fruit knife in her hand tighter.
The little girl swallowed with difficulty and dejectedly shrank her neck.
The living room was eerily quiet.
Holding the fruit knife, Yang Liu watched Xi Jiu and Ruan Qi for a while, then slowly lowered her head...
...to trim her nails.
That's right, her tool for trimming nails was the fruit knife.
The beautiful woman lazily leaned on the couch, the sharp blade of the fruit knife swiftly drawing across the edge of her nails.