"You want to kill me?" asked Zhou Xuanji, squinting his eyes. He wasn't afraid of Nangong Jiayin making a move.
Nangong Jiayin rolled her eyes at Zhou Xuanji and said, "Little Brother, how can you say this? Just think how I have been treating you since we have come to know each other. You have taken so much of my luck and yet I have said nothing. And you are still crying victim?"
An unnatural look appeared on Zhou Xuanji's face. He was indeed wrong here.
He heaved a sigh and said, "I don't know what got over me. What do you want, if I can do it, I will do my best to make it up to you."
Hearing this, Nangong Jiayin covered her mouth and began giggling. Her smile was as pretty as flowers.