Pervert? Kissing maniac?
Tang Jingci choked and couldn't breathe. She held it in her throat, and her face flushed red. Her originally cold facial features were dyed bright red, revealing an indescribable ostentatiousness.
Even her breathing became hot and hurried, but she couldn't refute him.
She twisted her wrist slightly.
"You brought a knife?" Qiao Xiyan's fingers moved up her wrist. He forcefully broke her hold on the carving knife and snatched it away. Naturally, there was another battle of hands.
"You're not as strong as me. Why struggle?" Qiao Xiyan sneered.
Tang Jingci was sullen. Even if I'm not as strong as you, even if I'm on the verge of death, so what if I struggle a little?!
Perhaps I could counterattack.
Qiao Xiyan threw the knife to the side. He was still pressing her against the wall and restraining her.
"Have you thought about the question just now? I'll give you another chance."
