Without flinching, he advanced straight towards her. How could she dare to actually stab him? The knife neared his chest, but her hand trembled. She tried desperately to retreat, but she was already backed against a wall with no way out.
He barred her way, his chest defiantly exposed before her. "Yan Xixi," he taunted, "if you really want to kill me for Huang Xiaojue, then go ahead!"
She gritted her teeth and suddenly tried to push him. But he grabbed the knife with one hand, his other arm pulling her fiercely into his embrace.
His immense strength plunged her into despair, especially the terrifying, scorching heat of his breath on her neck, like a famished tiger clutching a lamb. She used both hands to snatch at the fruit knife. As she suddenly tried to wrench it free, the blade slid directly into his left palm where he gripped it.
Yet, he didn't let go. He still held her tightly, fresh blood gushing from his palm.
