"You don't qualify to negotiate with me."
The tip of the knife pressed close to his face, Yuan Xiyao's back tensed up. He stared fixedly at Rong Zhi's wrist, fearing she would pierce his eye with a single thrust.
Rong Zhi held the dagger, sliding it slowly across his cheek, stopping over Yuan Xiyao's left chest. She applied subtle pressure; the sharp tip instantly tearing through the thin fabric.
A sharp pain erupted in Yuan Xiyao's chest. His eyes narrowed, expression turning grim, yet his mind was racing with curses.
If it weren't for knowing I can't beat her, would I have to suffer this indignation?!
"Don't forget, you owe me a life."
The chilling, aggressive voice fell, catching Yuan Xiyao off guard. Pain suddenly shot through his shoulder as the knife plunged in and twisted viciously.
His face turned pale with pain, cold sweat pouring from his forehead, feeling close to fainting.
'Plunk.'
