She exposed her delicate neck and challenged with a defiant look, "Then, try stabbing through my neck if you dare."
This reaction not only shocked Mo Cheng, but even those like Jia Ziyi, who often dealt with Yuran, were utterly astonished.
Has this girl gone mad?
Does she know what's pressed against her neck? Yet she dares to speak so brazenly.
A playful gleam emerged in the depths of Mo Cheng's eyes, his brightness tinged with roguishness, as he reached out and caressed Yuran's cheek.
"Tsk, such a smooth and supple face," he remarked.
Yuran looked at him with disgust. Taken off guard for a moment, she allowed him to take advantage of her. When he attempted to touch her again, Yuran dodged and her eyes darkened with a hint of ferocity.
"Don't touch me."
"Sure thing," Mo Cheng replied, twirling the dagger in his hand while looking down at Yuran with a sense of superiority. He spread his hand out in front of her, "Hand over the money."
