Qin Youxue looked at him and let out a bitter laugh: "What if I want you dead? You know exactly how you've treated me!"
Mo Hexuan clenched his fist, his injured fingers continuously dripping blood, seeping through his fingers and staining a corner of the bed sheet.
He gripped Qin Youxue's wrist so tightly that it seemed he would crush her bones! In his gaze, besides anger, there was a bit of confusion...
She really wanted to kill him...
If he hadn't blocked it just now, that fruit knife would have truly pierced his chest...
The room suddenly fell silent, with only the sound of their heavy breathing echoing in the quiet bedroom. Mo Hexuan's eyes were bloodshot, tinged with a murderous gleam. Qin Youxue thought, maybe now he also wanted to kill her!
She didn't feel scared; instead, there was a sense of relief.
Dying by his hand was better than being destroyed by him!
