"Little Meng, you, what are you doing, put down the scissors immediately."
Zhang Xiaoshan panicked.
But Xu Xiaomeng was even more anxious.
Her tears of grievance flowed down in torrents.
"Brother Zhang, even you despise me, what meaning is there for me to live, I, I might as well die."
Speaking, Xu Xiaomeng truly plunged the sharp scissors towards her snowy neck.
"Don't..."
Zhang Xiaoshan was quick to react, promptly seizing the scissors away.
"Then, then I'll bite my tongue off to kill myself."
Xu Xiaomeng was still unwilling to give up.
Zhang Xiaoshan hurriedly pinched Xu Xiaomeng's mouth, opening it.
"Woo woo woo..."
Xu Xiaomeng still wanted to struggle, but Zhang Xiaoshan had pressed a pressure point, making her lay obediently on the bed, unable to move.
"Brother Zhang, you, you let me go, you, you might be able to stop me for a moment, but you can't stop me forever."
