The blade was about to graze Ye Tian's neck, nearly leaving a bloody mark.
The knife was sharp; just a bit more pressure would take Ye Tian's life.
Ye Tian vaguely felt the cold aura emanating from the blade.
What exactly was Leng Yao trying to do?
Had she gone mad?
Ye Tian knew that if he didn't agree, Leng Yao would really kill him.
This was a born assassin. The number of people who had died at her hands was countless, and Ye Tian might not be able to escape her knife.
They were close, and Ye Tian could subtly smell the scent coming from Leng Yao.
Leng Yao was young and beautiful. Such a woman with a cold demeanor was hard for anyone to resist.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Murong Beibei lay in the hospital. When she opened her eyes, she surprisingly found herself in the intensive care unit.
"Sis, are you okay?"
Murong Shanshan was watching her from the side, filled with concern.
"How... how did I end up here?"
Murong Beibei was full of curiosity.
"Where's Ye Tian!"
