The man's reminder reminded Qin Shu of the dagger still hidden under her clothes. It was strange that he had not attempted to remove it from her person.
She had used the dagger to threaten him twice, now. On both occasions, she had had the chance to kill him.
Qin Shu looked at the man in front of her. His eyes were covered with a snowy gauze that complemented his pale skin.
The gauze covered everything above his nose. No one could discern his features from the nose up.
The most they would be able to tell was that he had a straight nose.
His lips, however, were nice and shapely. If they were anything to go by, he was almost certainly a good-looking man.
The man edged two steps closer to Qin Shu, hoping to bridge the gap between them.
