Lu Chengshuang pointed a watermelon knife at Gu Huaisheng's chest. The expression on his face was tangled and slightly ferocious. When he spoke, his voice was so trembling that it almost broke: "If you take one more step forward, I, I... I will... Kill you..."
The blade was slender and slightly sharp. Gu Huaisheng took a step forward and the tip of the blade was right against his heart. She was so frightened that she wanted to take a step back but her wrist was tightened by him in an instant.
Those eyes moved along the hand holding the knife to her panic face, and the narrow eyes looked straight into the depths of her heart through her eyes, and the cowardice hidden there was ready to come out. But at this moment, he laughed, and his tone was gentle, as if he was recounting commonplace trivial matters: In pairs, if you have decided something, don't be afraid anymore, you can do great things with your hands up and down without any scruples! He made a neat gesture and then said: However, killing is always bad.