Jiang Ruan clenched a gleaming surgical knife in her hand and coldly aimed it at Zhan Xiaohan.
"If you don't want to die, stay away from me."
Her movements were quick, like those of a well-trained assassin, as Zhan Xiaohan's eyes suddenly held a few more traces of ruthlessness. He reached out with his large hand and flipped her wrist over.
With a sinister and malevolent air, he flung himself up from the sickbed and slammed Jiang Ruan against the cold wall.
"I've told you not to do bad things with her face. What status do you have that allows you to use her face?"
Jiang Ruan's wrist hurt, and Zhan Xiaohan, insensible to reason, fanned the flames of her anger to a tenfold fury.
Her reflexes were swift. One hand released the knife handle trapped by the man's grip, while the other hand took the falling surgical knife and drove it straight toward Zhan Xiaohan's forehead!
Knowing she couldn't harm him, she still wanted to try once more.
"Bang!"