The sharp blade rested on the neck as if just advancing one more inch could slice through his throat.
The man's handsome face turned a few shades paler, and in the next second, he revealed an injured look, his beguiling blue eyes seeming to mist over, and his voice turned hoarse and pitiful:
"Tangtang, do you really want to kill me?"
Shen Tang's breath suddenly hitched.
The man's appearance was so familiar, even his expression was a familiar sight from her memories, able to instantly tug at her soul, causing her to falter for a moment, making the blade in her hand tremble.
It was during this moment of distraction that the man instantly reversed the pressure and pinned her on the bed, with a half-smile, "Tangtang, it's dangerous to be distracted in front of an enemy, you know."
