Unexpectedly, he used such a commanding tone with her, as if it was her life that was being threatened.
She sensed something was amiss; this aura would put her at a disadvantage. She needed to seize the initiative and prevent him from remaining so calm.
Her eyes darkened, and with a forceful twist of her wrist, the silver fork in her hand fiercely pierced through the skin on his neck. Blood suddenly flowed down from his jade-like neck, presenting a chillingly beautiful sight.
"Don't think I won't dare to kill you. Your life is in my hands, unless you're ready to throw it away! In that case, we'll die together. I'm just a reckless soul, doomed anyway, so dragging you down as a pair of mandarin ducks in the underworld wouldn't be a loss. But you're of noble status, a councilman's son; why not cherish your life instead of insisting on dying with me?"
Hmph, she thought. Those with nothing to lose aren't afraid; she only had one life to give, so she could gamble it all.
