C794 Wealthy Marriage 723

The cold blade pieces flew around the girl's face, cutting open her clothes one after another, revealing her delicate skin. Ye Zimo was still exerting her strength, and a not-so-deep cut was made on the girl's arm.

"I guarantee that the next cut will be on your face." Ye Zimo said lightly, her hand moving along with the knife.

"I say, I say, I don't know what's going on