He smiled gently. “Weiwei, they say you’re a top-tier assassin.” Her hand trembled, and the teacup shattered. Looking pitiful, she said, “A Jing, I wouldn’t even dare step on an ant…” He leaned over and picked up a shard of porcelain. As she stared in shock, he gently pressed it against his own throat. “Teach me how to be conquered by you.”
