Yi Nuan opened her mouth and smiled at Xie Ming, her face as pale as a ghost: "Why don't you come over?"
Xie Ming walked towards Yi Nuan and stretched out his hand: "A Nuan, you are back——"
The knife in Yi Nuan's hand was not moving very fast. When it stabbed Xie Ming's arm, she could feel the dull feeling of the blade touching the bone. After Yi Nuan stabbed her, she quickly retreated, and her back hit a small bar glass with a "bang" sound. She was also frightened, and only heard Xie Ming scream in pain: "You - An Nuan - don't hurt yourself -"
Duanmu from outside the house rushed in and shouted: "Mr. Xie——"
"Get out!" Xie Ming shouted sharply.
Looking at this scene, Yi Nuan suddenly felt crazy in her heart. She smiled miserably and asked softly: "Does it hurt, Xie Ming? In fact, it's just a knife. It shouldn't hurt at all."