But Jiang Zishi sensed her movement and instinctively grabbed her wrist. The struggle, however, altered the scissors' path. While they missed his hand, they slashed across his chest. In an instant, blood bloomed across his white shirt, soaking the fabric!
The wound wasn't deep, but a spasm of pain wracked Jiang Zishi's body. He let go of her and staggered back two steps.
He clutched his wound, staring at her in disbelief. His face twisted into a snarl as he ground out his words through clenched teeth:
"Chi Yun'er, don't you think it's a little late for this?"
"You're the one who led me on! If you weren't such a prude, refusing to let me even touch you, why would I have ever chosen someone else over you?"
"What's the big deal? It's just sex. You like me, so shouldn't you like it when I touch you?"
"Playing hard to get and being all prim and proper is fine, but take it too far and it just gets boring."
With that, he lunged at her again.
