The obsessed fan was immersed in a self-moved passionate confession when she suddenly noticed Ye Xian's hands bound behind her and her elbows trembling slightly.
"You want to call the police?!"
He yanked her arm; her phone dropped to the floor instantly. Ye Xian took the opportunity to lift her hand toward his chin, but in the next second, he pulled out a knife and pressed it fiercely against her throat.
The cold blade against her pulsating vein caused Ye Xian's blood to chill instantly, her complexion turned pale, and she dared not move.
"Don't call the police! No calling the police! Yezi, my dear Yezi, I'm not a bad person, I'm the one who loves you most in this world..."
Ye Xian gazed down at the knife pressed against her neck and clenched her hands tightly, striving to suppress her fear, and spoke calmly, "If you are the one who loves me the most, then why are you holding a knife to my throat?"
