Tong Ran tilted her head, her slender shoulders trembling constantly. Li Qin pulled out a dagger, the cold, sharp blade pressed against Tong Ran's smooth cheek, "If I ruin your face, can you still charm men?"
"..."
Tong Ran slowly opened her eyes, her gaze reflecting layers of gloom. Li Qin grabbed her collar, "You want to hit me, don't you? Who do you think you are? If I don't kill you and sell you to Jinhou Palace, no one will be able to save you!"
"Kill you...."
Slap!
Li Qin slapped Tong Ran again, raising the dagger, the tip slashing fiercely across her shoulder, blood splattering on his hand, "Does it hurt? I was shot four times, Mo Nanjue personally fired at me, just because I wanted to kill you. Ha, is it funny?! Do you think it's more painful for you now or was it more painful for me back then?!"
Tong Ran's throat moved, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood —
