Slightly stunned.

Bo Jinghan's afterglow looked at the shiny and cold blade, and his fingertips shook without a trace.

But in the next second, she poked the blade back into the cap.

Twisted in the opposite direction.

Then he handed back the murder weapon that had been turned back into the shape of a fountain pen "respectfully".

"Such a commemorative thing, you better keep it yourself! I-can't afford it! ”

Look at her disgusted expression.

Ivan slanted his eyes disappreciatively, but didn't pick them up.

"This is a copy, my original one, now lying in my cousin's coffin!"

Coffin?!

Wouldn't he be spared even if he died?

This wicked man is really worthy of being a demon...... Ruthless enough!

Taking a deep breath without a trace, Bo Jinghan raised his head to meet Ivan's meaningful gaze, exhaled slowly, and the hand holding the pen was slightly loosened, but he didn't mean to send it to him again.

"Ivan, what do you mean by suing me about this?"

"It's a friendly reminder......"

The voice was slight, and Ivan, who was looking down at her, suddenly made a quick move, and at the moment she dodged, clamped her neck.

But this kind of clamping does not have any sense of crisis potential.

Bo Jinghan seemed to feel it, and he was just stunned for a moment, and then relaxed.

Staring at his blue and deep eyes, the corners of his mouth that were originally tense gradually raised a shallow charm.

"Earl, your friendly reminder is really special!"

fingertips, rubbing around her neck.

Bo Jinghan seemed to be able to feel that her major arteries were under his cold fingertips.

Every inch of movement is soaked in misleading ambiguity, as well as the creepy evil atmosphere!

It's chilling.

“cynthia……”

The sexy, evil voice seems to be close at hand, but it seems to be extremely ethereal from afar.

"Cynthia, in our circle, if you want to be strong, if you want to win in the conspiracy, you must not have feelings! If one day, the person who should be your closest and dearest shows a knife at you. So, remember what I just said, use this knife and stab him in the softest place. Even if there is your store there, don't hesitate...... Only then will you be able to live! ”

The closest person?

The softest place?

There she ...... Has her save zài?

Ivan's words were like a mess of mysteries hidden in her mind, rolling and rolling in her mind, pouring her originally clear thoughts.

What does he mean by that?

Was it to remind her that the people closest to her were her enemies?

Where is the softest place where she has a zài? Heart?

One mystery brings out another.

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic Bo Jinghan became, so he simply suppressed the mystery in his heart, collected the complicated look in his eyes, and raised his eyes to look at Ivan.

The crimson and demonic lips, with her hooking, provoked a charming but not emotionally mixed smile, slightly lifted.

“ivan…… I accepted your gift, can you let me go now? ”

"Of course."

Letting go, Ivan habitually took a half-step back.

Bo Jinghan, who was in the middle of his eyes, did the same thing as him.

"Sure enough, I have been trained since I was a child, and I am a half-way monk!"

Bo Jinghan touched his neck, said something teasingly, and then raised the "pen" in his hand at him, turned around and was about to open the door and leave.

But Ivan stopped her again-

“cynthia！” 's hook, provoked a charming and sultry laugh without a little emotion, slightly stirred.

“ivan…… I accepted your gift, can you let me go now? ”

"Of course."

Letting go, Ivan habitually took a half-step back.

Bo Jinghan, who was in the middle of his eyes, did the same thing as him.

"Sure enough, I have been trained since I was a child, and I am a half-way monk!"

Bo Jinghan touched his neck, said something teasingly, and then raised the "pen" in his hand at him, turned around and was about to open the door and leave.

But Ivan stopped her again-

“cynthia！”