Xu Nian looked at the exquisite woman in front of him, her cheeks still flushed with the remnants of her previous madness, and his head swelled with realization of what he had just done.
As he carefully recalled, he found the details of just now had become very blurry, but that feeling was crazily real.
"Uh, I didn't mean to happen... I'll take responsibility," Xu Nian opened his mouth and finally managed to say.
"Take responsibility? How will you take responsibility, is it okay if I ask you to die?" the exquisite woman said coldly.
"Okay!" Xu Nian, not knowing where his courage came from, uttered a word.
Upon hearing Xu Nian's words, the exquisite woman's eyes suddenly sharpened, her sword ready to end the man in front of her who had taken her body.
But in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do it; the blade brushed past Xu Nian's neck, leaving only a shallow cut.