Gu Caixi, who had slammed against the wall in shock, didn't have time to react, yet she saw that the tip of the short knife was only a few centimeters away from her chest. With just a small thrust from Xiaobao, she would either die or be seriously injured.
Looking at Gu Caixi, whose face had turned pale, Xiaobao was extremely calm and indifferent: "See, I wasn't wrong, was I?"
"You... why didn't you stab?" Gu Caixi quickly regained her composure, observing Xiaobao, seemingly trying to find a flaw.
Suddenly, Xiaobao smiled a little and lowered his voice: "Let's make a deal."
When Gu Caixi saw Xiaobao's eyes fall on her chest, her face instantly reddened with shame and anger: "Don't even think about it!"
Xiaobao blinked and said grumpily: "I haven't even said anything yet. What's with the big reaction?"
"You... you think I don't know what you're thinking? I, Gu Caixi, am not someone who sells herself out!" Gu Caixi was filled with righteous indignation and quite agitated.
