The woman's words, along with her matter-of-fact demeanor, left Tang Yichen at a complete loss.
How on earth does she manage to say such shameless things with such a self-assured face?
Seeing Tang Yichen remain silent, the woman assumed he had tacitly agreed, and a surge of elation welled up inside her.
Just as she was about to speak again, she felt a chilling touch on her neck.
The woman abruptly widened her eyes, about to retreat when a stab of pain on her neck made blood seep through.
"Don't move."
A voice, cold and languid, rang out, freezing the woman in place.
Afraid that any movement would lead to her throat being slit.
"Wh... what do you want?" The woman stood rigidly in place, glancing down at the sword resting against her neck while simultaneously sneaking a look at Gu Zhiqi.
Gu Zhiqi paid no heed to her question and lazily uttered, "Repeat what you just said."
"Wh... what words?" The woman's voice quivered as she spoke.
Her legs trembled in fear.
