Reborn with Mind-Reading: War God Prince, Don't Get Carried Away

A metallic sweetness surged up my throat. I was pinned to the floor, my eyes wide as if they were about to split.

Zhao Heng stood before me, the dagger in his hand still dripping with blood. His face was as gentle and refined as ever, a smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were filled with a revulsion and contempt I had never seen before.