Chunyu Chen came from Australia and didn't wear much clothes. He had forgotten about the cold a long time ago.
He still remembered Tong Wenya's lifeless look when Tong Jianping died. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Tong Wenya's icy cold knife tip was pressed against his thin shirt. Her shirt was quickly pierced by the sharp knife tip.
She did not use too much strength. The knife still broke through his skin. It hurt, but he did not move. He did not frown.
Tong Wenya's knife stopped and did not stab in.
"What? Do you know that your adoptive father and mother died in my hands, or are you not willing to kill me? Do you love me so much?" Chunyu Chen asked sarcastically. His lips moved slightly and curved into a charming smile.
"Dream on! "I hate you! I wish I could cut you into pieces!"
Then come on, don't just say it. "
"You think I don't dare?"