Bai Su blinked her big eyes. "Why aren't you cutting?"
Only then did Yelias realize he was holding a knife.
A knife that looked remarkably like a scalpel...
His brow furrowed, and he subconsciously moved to throw the knife away.
But a small hand covered the back of his. "I'll teach you!"
Bai Su took his hand from the side, arranging his fingers. "Like this. Grip the handle with your back three fingers, and use your thumb and index finger to control the force and direction..."
Yelias felt himself once again enveloped by the sweet scent of a juicy peach, as waves crashed against his spiderweb, one after another.
The web rippled like the surface of water, trembling gently and assailing his sanity.
He absolutely loathed holding knives...
