It was obvious that Luo Xinxin didn't give Yuan Xiaoxiao any time to think. Her face twisted into a snarl, her voice was crazed, teetering on the edge of cracking into a desperate shriek. The knife in her hand swung wildly, the cold gleam of the white blade stabbing directly at Yuan Xiaoxiao's eyes in the darkness of the night!
"Miss Luo, love cannot be forced."
Yuan Xiaoxiao tried her best to persuade her with a rational tone. Luo Xinxin had truly shown her the true face of a so-called aristocratic family. It seemed the word "extreme" had always existed, not solely among the common folk.
"Ah!"
Yuan Xiaoxiao retreated rapidly, but she forgot she was wearing the high heels she was least skilled at walking in today!
Panicking slightly and unfamiliar with the terrain, the young woman's steps strayed from the path, and she found herself sinking into the soil. Her slim and delicate frame trembled briefly with a bit of struggle before she fell directly onto the dirt beside her.
