Li Xingle still wore a lazy, indifferent smile, but his eyes were clearly cold.
Li Buyan initially forced out some tears, but upon seeing him extend his hand, his handsome face smiling yet his expression cold, she suddenly began to feel aggrieved.
She really felt extremely wronged!
Why should she have to go along with his ideas?
Who did he think he was, God?
Li Buyan dodged past his hand, her small body agilely leaning back, pulling out a five-centimeter-long Feng Li dagger from her bag, gleaming brightly under the hotel entrance lights.
Li Buyan pointed the sharp blade at Li Xingle, "Don't force me, I've never attacked anyone before, I have no sense of proportion! I'm not like Sui Sui, she knows which parts of the body are lethal, I don't!"
Li Xingle's large hand turned, gripping her slender wrist with a slight force.
Bang!
The dagger fell to the ground.
