C14 You Want to Kill Me!

Mo Xiling slowly lifted his head, creating a slight distance between them. In the dim lighting, his face was so strikingly handsome it seemed almost surreal, and his dark eyes appeared to be swirling with hidden currents.

Qiao Yiyi's heart seemed to stop, and she stood frozen, too afraid to move.

He withdrew his hand from behind her and asked with a faint smile, "What are you up to?"

"Nothing," she quickly denied, "I wasn't doing anything."

He sat up, resting against the headboard, and observed her. Suddenly, he let out a scoff, his face etched with a mocking expression.

Qiao Yiyi sensed trouble. Had he figured out her intentions?

After studying her for a moment, Mo Xiling leapt off the bed, removed the sheath from the wall, and drew a slender, gleaming sword. "Were you looking for this?"

Qiao Yiyi was stunned. She had clearly hidden the sword under the mattress; how had it ended up back in its sheath?

Mo Xiling flicked the sword through the air, creating a hissing sound. Abruptly, he pointed it at her and asked, "Were you planning to kill me?"

Terrified, Qiao Yiyi curled up into a ball, shivering beneath the covers. "No, absolutely not, I swear!"

A glint appeared in Mo Xiling's eyes, and he chuckled. "Quite the storyteller, aren't you?"

He lowered his hand and approached the bed. With a deft twist of his fingers, he offered her the sword hilt-first. "Here."

Qiao Yiyi shook her head in terror, instinctively knowing he was testing her.

"Take it!" he commanded, his voice low and filled with an authority that demanded obedience.

Trembling, Qiao Yiyi slowly sat up and, with shaking hands, accepted the sword.

"Stab me," Mo Xiling directed, pointing to his own chest with a serene look.

"No, I can't," Qiao Yiyi whispered, her hands quivering.

Mo Xiling yanked her off the bed, lifting her hand so the sword's tip aimed at his chest. "If you wish, I'll allow you to thrust it in." With those words, he applied a bit more pressure, and the sword's tip sliced through his white pajamas and skin. Blood instantly spread across the fabric, a vivid and startling red.

Qiao Yiyi was petrified. The creep had taken things too far. How could she possibly stand a chance against him?

Her grip loosened, and the sword clattered to the ground. On the verge of tears, her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees. "Mr. Mo, please have mercy on me!"

Mo Xiling observed the tears brimming in her eyes and frowned. "No crying."

"I won't cry, I promise," Qiao Yiyi said hastily, dabbing at her eyes and attempting a brave smile.

His expression soured further. "And no smiling."

Her forced smile vanished in an instant. She couldn't cry, and she couldn't smile. She had to play along with this maniac, or the sword would end up piercing her flesh!

In that moment, her defiance melted away. She was terrified of dying.

Head bowed and teeth clenched, Qiao Yiyi resolved that if he truly desired her, she would submit. She would consider it no worse than a dog bite. As long as she survived, she could spend the rest of her days trying to forget this ordeal.

"Stand up," came his icy command, slicing through the silence.

Qiao Yiyi rose swiftly, not daring to delay.

His icy fingers lifted her chin. "I've granted your wish. Are you satisfied now?"

"No, I'm not satisfied, I didn't mean—"

"Not satisfied? Then we'll do it again, and I can make the next cut deeper."

In a panic, Qiao Yiyi frantically gestured. "No, you've misunderstood me!"

"So, you are satisfied?"

Qiao Yiyi remained silent, caught in a dilemma with no right answer.

"Good, your silence is consent. Now, isn't it your turn to satisfy me?"