Shangxue held a knife, aiming it at her left hand.
Xie Mingyu was terrified, swiftly rushing over to cover Shangxue's hand with his own.
"Young master, what are you doing?"
Shangxue, frightened, quickly threw away the knife and hurriedly took Xie Mingyu's hand to inspect it.
Xie Mingyu's hands, pampered from childhood, had never performed a task as simple as pouring water. They were as clean and flawless as jade.
Shangxue glanced at it herself, relieved that there was no injury.
However, as she let out a sigh of relief, Xie Mingyu angrily brushed her aside.
"What am I doing? I should be asking you, what are you doing? Shangxue, do you despise me that much, just because… that you would rather hurt yourself?"
"Despise you? Young master, what are you talking about, how could I possibly despise you?" Shangxue was speechless and hurriedly explained.
