Although Lin Zhiyi rarely saw him smile, she knew in her heart that he had been serious just now.
She turned her wrist, palm open, and the knife fell between their palms.
"You won't die, I will definitely save you."
"Remember! Don't think of dying so easily!"
In this life and the previous one, he owed her too much.
Gong Chen's gaze shifted, his breathing became deeper.
"So confident?"
"Yes! Make sure you remember!"
"Hmm, I remember."
His hand brushed her hair, fingers sliding over her ear, gently cupping her face as he kissed her.
Lin Zhiyi did not resist, and went along with the man's kiss.
Her hands climbed up his arms onto his shoulders, encircling his neck.
The man froze for a moment, breath disordered, kissing more deeply.
The next second, Lin Zhiyi pressed the knife against Gong Chen's neck.
He paused.
Lin Zhiyi pulled away from his lips, feeling a little triumphant.
"Third Young Master, is this it? Am I considered successful?"
"..."