Just as he was about to turn around, Situ Yunshu had already taken a quick step to the coffee table and grabbed the fruit knife on the fruit plate.
The knife, shimmering coldly, was held in her hand.
"Don't come over!"
She stared at Mu Jingnan vigilantly, the wariness in her eyes deeply piercing him.
Mu Jingnan's movement stopped, and he stared incredulously at the fruit knife held in her hand.
She's holding a knife... who is she going to stab?
Him?
He stepped forward, walking towards her, "Yunshu, put down the knife."
"Mu Jingnan, I told you not to come over!"
Situ Yunshu shouted in a low voice, her eyes suddenly turning somber.
Her skin exposed outside her clothes was covered with fingerprints and kiss marks, blue, purple, large and small, looking particularly dense and especially scary.
Mu Jingnan ignored her warning, pressed his thin lips tightly, and walked towards her, "Give me the knife."
"I told you not to come over!"
"Give me the knife!"
