Not only that, when she stabbed him there wasn't the slightest hesitation. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, the knife would have gone deeper.
Qi Ruigang had always believed Mo Lan was a kind and gentle woman.
She didn't even dare kill a fish, let alone a person.
Yet when she attacked him, there wasn't a shred of reluctance, not even a trace of hesitation.
It showed just how much she hated him—so much that she wished for his death.
The thought made Qi Ruigang feel restless and deeply uncomfortable.
"You damn woman! How dare you try to kill me!" he spat through clenched teeth, his gaze dark and menacing.
Mo Lan's face showed no fear. "Killing you would only be deserved!"
"You…" Qi Ruigang's chest heaved with anger, but beneath the fury, there was an unsettling discomfort.
This woman's impact on him was growing stronger, and he knew he had to rid himself of the poisonous addiction she induced.
