"Lu Chen, you really don't know how to enjoy the moment. If it weren't for…"
Xu Yueru knew Lu Chen was impervious to persuasion, yet she hadn't expected him to be so decisive, pressing the burning firestick against her smooth neck.
"If it weren't for what? You were planning to kill me?"
Lu Chen's mind was clear as a mirror, his words laced with irony.
Before getting the pupil, Xu Yueru had no intention of killing him.
Qin Yaotiao had told him that Xu Yueru kept pressing her about whether Lu Chen still had something he hadn't taken with him.
But Qin Yaotiao knew nothing.
As for the injuries on her face, Qin Yaotiao said they were unrelated to Xu Yueru.
She had encountered Lu Zhan on her way to buy rice; not only had he stolen her silver, but he had also captured her with the intention of dishonoring her.