Just when Xu Xiangbei felt he had been struck by Cupid's arrow, irresistibly wanting to embrace and kiss this wild girl.
Suddenly, a bright sharp knife appeared in Wind Chime's snow-white delicate hand, startling him into halting.
The sharp knife lightly pressed against his chest through the thin shirt, Xu Xiangbei could feel the prickling pain of the knife tip piercing into his skin.
"To die under the peony blossom, even as a ghost, is a romantic affair," facing the sharp knife, Xu Xiangbei not only didn't retreat, but walked towards Wind Chime with a cheeky grin.
Strangely enough, the sharp knife didn't stab into his chest; instead, it retracted automatically into the hilt. It was a prop used for performing magic tricks.
Wind Chime laughed and backed away: "Every time I put the knife to their chests, they're scared to death, thinking they've encountered a female bandit, and no one dares to take a step further. Aren't you afraid this is a real knife? Don't you value your life?"
