"Whether it's reasonable depends on how much you value..." Jun Yiyi's flattering voice suddenly turned cold, her hand swiftly attacked his throat, a silver fork like an arrow quickly pressed against his throat.
"Your own life."
Jun Yiyi's voice was icy, her breath rapid, her heart racing like mad, one elbow locked behind Ji Lingkong's neck, the other hand grabbed the fork and pressed it against his windpipe.
She succeeded; the plan she had been plotting all night was successful. This was due to her meticulous calculation of each step and her deliberate act of weakness to soften his alertness, taking the chance to approach him and succeed.
She was actually surprised it went so smoothly.
After all, coming from a political family, observing his usual actions, he was always cautious and alert. She didn't expect that he would be so unguarded around her this time.
