C8 To Use Death to Force Him to Do so

Before the boy could react, Mufan called them out. Huang Fu Xu did not seem to mind the chaos. Before he left, he added, "Chuan, I'll be right outside." He even winked at Li Chuan before leaving. Mu Fan closed the door behind him.

Only the two of them were left in the room.

Li Chuan looked at her deeply, casually threw the cue stick on the billiard table, and slowly walked in front of her.

Her expression was cold as if she was staring at an unpardonable villain.

He reached out and pulled her wrist, pulled her into his embrace, and grabbed her waist with one hand as he sneered: "You came looking for me so quickly? It seems that the man who proposed to you won't be able to satisfy your desires. I've been thinking about you all day. Your body is even more attractive than when we were husband and wife."

Li Chuan's lips touched her ear as he spoke, and his large hand gently caressed her waist.

"Your body is far inferior to when you were my husband." Bai Jin turned his head slightly, and the tip of his nose almost brushed against the right side of his face. There was a trace of warmth as the tip of his nose slid across the tiny electric current.

Li Chuan held her and stopped moving. He looked at her sharply, but she smiled: "Mr. Li, so you're afraid of death too?"

Behind Li Chuan, a Swiss Army knife was pressed against his body. His eyes instantly became like dark clouds gathering on the surface of the sea, rolling and roaring.

His little ex-wife, whom he hadn't seen for four years, had actually learned how to play with knives.

Bai Jin looked up at him. It had been four years since they had last met, but he hadn't changed at all. Whether it was his face or his eyes, they were all things that she had seen when she left him last time.

Four years ago and four years later, there didn't seem to be any separation or transition between them. Time didn't even erase his hatred for her. It was like fermenting wine, fermenting and fermenting over the years. It would not disappear, but only turn into deep-rooted hatred.

There was only hatred between him and her now.

It was not known whether it was because of the sudden light, or because of his face that was filled with hatred for her, but it stung her eyes. Her hands trembled slightly, but she still held the knife tightly. The tip of the knife made a small whirlpool on his white T-shirt.

"Since Mr. Li is afraid of death, don't provoke me again. I'm not afraid of anything right now. If we die together, Mr. Li will lose much more than me." She said these words to him coldly. Her eyes were full of anger. It was as if if if she would really die together with him if he dared to force her again.

However, Li Chuan held her hand behind his back and grabbed her wrist, not caring at all if her knife would cut him. Bai Jin was shocked and was suddenly pushed to the glass door. The glass door shook as if it was about to shatter.

Li Chuan's hand that was holding the knife directly pressed on the glass door. The flames in his eyes jumped, and with a loud bang, a madness that was even more terrifying than hers appeared: "You want to kill me, don't you? Then what are you hesitating for? Come on! Kill me!"

Li Chuan's wild beast-like roar shook her eardrums, and shook her heart. He fiercely pinched her shoulder, almost digging into her flesh, and said fiercely: "Bai Jin, let me tell you! As long as you don't kill me, I won't let you off!"

His hatred squeezed out from between his teeth. His face was distorted with anger, as if he was going to peel her bones alive.

Their first encounter was a disaster, and their reunion today was the prologue to an even bigger disaster. His hatred for her might only end when he died.