"No need to try anymore," Tang Zelin said with a chilly tone, purely frightened by her.
He didn't know when she had pulled out the dagger; he remembered checking her luggage when they left home and had not found such a dagger.
He looked down at the weapon in his hand, his eyebrows twitching slightly.
Somehow, he always felt uneasy with such things on her.
Su Shu said, "Why don't we try it? It's just a little blood."
She hadn't planned to bleed herself, just a drop from the fingertip.
But on hearing her words, Tang Zelin's face darkened even more.
She leaned closer, whispering persuasively, "Yours and mine, shall we try?"
Tang Zelin looked down and glanced at her obliquely, remaining silent.
Feeling somewhat hopeful, Su Shu added more force, "This isn't working, you're a soldier, and I'm a soldier's wife, a man and a woman, just perfect, just a little prick."
"Just a little?"
"Yes, hand me the dagger."
"I'm confiscating this."