Li Yuntong had once cut her own wrist, so when she saw the cold gleaming knives in front of her, she felt a terrible sense of fear. Immediately, she struggled. “Who are you guys? Let go of me now!”
At this instant, Lu Yuzhen’s quiet voice rang in her ear. “Since you have had a pleasurable time, it’s now time to have your blood spilled.”
She immediately raised her head to look at Lu Yuzhen in front of her. He wore a neatly-ironed white shirt and black pants, looking elegant and noble without any trace of intimacy lingering on him; he was handsome, yet indifferent and calm.
That’s weird. The way he is acting now is like a totally different person compared to when he was in bed—he was very passionate just now.