For a moment, Lin Jinran's heart pounded

ly pressed the fruit knife against Lin Jinran's neck again.The fruit knife wasn't sharp, but it was still a blade, almost sinking into Lin Jinran's skin. Lin Jinran's scalp tingled, feeling a chill on... in. 。This kid 。"The night owl almost ground his teeth, muttering a low word. " 。If only he had known beforehand, he wouldn't have agreed to Fu Shaoqing so early. Now, he really wished he could take b...