"Stab me if you want!" Hu Xiaotian said, still pressing fearlessly forward. Murong Feiyan hardened her heart and pushed the dagger forward a fraction. Its edge pierced the skin of his neck, and a trickle of blood ran down. Yet Hu Xiaotian displayed the heroic resolve of a wounded soldier refusing to leave the front line and kept advancing.
Seeing his neck bleed, Murong Feiyan could no longer bear it. Hu Xiaotian had already read her feelings in her softening gaze. How could I catch a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den? What was a little blood if it meant winning her heart again? His relentless advance finally forced her to lower the dagger, but she immediately raised her hand and delivered a ringing slap to his shameless face.
Though the slap rang out loudly, her cherry lips fell almost at the same instant.
Murong Feiyan struggled with muffled cries, but her strength was clearly no match for Hu Xiaotian's. Held in his embrace, what strength she had was further diminished. Only with great difficulty did she manage to pull her mouth away. "Aren't you afraid I'll scream?" she demanded fiercely.
"Not at all. I rather enjoy it!" Hu Xiaotian said. "If you want to scream, let me hear it!"
"Shameless!" Though Murong Feiyan cursed him, her tone had clearly softened.
"I know I've wronged you, so I won't try to explain," Hu Xiaotian said. "For the sake of what we once shared, you should at least give me a chance to make it up to you."
"I don't want you to make it up to me. I've long since lost all hope in you!" Murong Feiyan said. "Let go. If my subordinates see that I've been in here this long, they'll grow suspicious."
Hu Xiaotian smiled. "Do you