But all this went unspoken.
Zhong Lingling took a deep breath and kept telling herself that the fish on the cutting board was just an ordinary fish, one that every human household would eat, not the intelligent kind of mermaid like Xiang Yimo. Go on, do it, do it.
But no matter how much she hypnotized herself, Zhong Lingling still couldn't bring herself to do it.
Just when Zhong Lingling was so unsure of what to do that she was almost about to collapse, Xiang Yimo came over, walked behind her, and wrapped his arms around her body.
While holding Zhong Lingling's right hand—the one with the knife—his chin gently rested on her right shoulder, his breath fresh and pleasant, warming the cold cheeks of Zhong Lingling, who was deeply intoxicated by the sensation. Then, Xiang Yimo said in his rich, magnetic voice, "Silly girl, you are the kindest woman I have ever met, too gentle to even kill a fish. Here, let me teach you!"