Mu Mian struggled and shook her head, "Brother, go first, don't worry about me!"
Gong Heng really came alone.
Yun Chunxue held the dagger in her hand, gently gliding it over Mu Mian's neck, her voice filled with seduction, "Mianmian, you better not struggle. Knives don't have eyes, and if you get your throat cut in front of Gong Heng, the game won't be fun anymore!"
Gong Heng, watching the sharp dagger wander across Mu Mian's neck, felt his heart almost leap into his throat. Frowning, he said, "Yun Chunxue, I'm the one you're upset with, it has nothing to do with Mianmian. If you want to take it out on someone, come at me, let her go!"
"I, too, want to take it out on you, but Gong Heng, you're too formidable for me to handle. So, I have to focus on Mianmian instead. Besides, hurting Mianmian is more painful to you than harming me, isn't it?"
"Yun Chunxue, I haven't been relentless against you; you should leave yourself a way out!"
