Wen Tang looked at her in panic, "If I die, you won't have a good end either."
Lu Nianxin, much more sober now, pointed a knife at Wen Tang's face, "If you hadn't reminded me, I would have really forgotten."
"Killing you wouldn't do me any good," she said, grabbing Wen Tang's collar. "I want to torture you slowly."
"And then, slowly take away everything you value, to make you understand what it's like to wish you were dead."
Wen Tang swallowed, her heart racing rapidly.
It wasn't because she feared what Lu Nianxin had said but because she felt that Lu Nianxin was acting out of character.
"Sleepwalking?" Wen Tang asked.
Lu Nianxin pressed the knife against the button.
She smiled at Wen Tang, her sinister face gradually enlarging in Wen Tang's pupils.
With a slight force, the clothes were cut open.
The sound of the button falling to the floor was especially clear.
Lu Nianxin withdrew her arm and looked at her disdainfully, "Remember, this is just the appetizer."
