The torture of last night wore out all the sharp energy on Ye Shayan's body.

This night made her truly realize what it means to have a disparity in strength between men and women, and if she wants to fight against men, she has no chance of winning at all.

She didn't want to go through that unbearable night again, and if she did it again, she would go crazy.

"Now you know it's wrong? It's late. ”

The tone of the canonization did not fluctuate, and the tone was faintly cold.

He didn't seem to want to look at Ye Shayan anymore, and as soon as he turned his steps, he walked towards the coffee table in front of the sofa.

There is a plate of fruit on the coffee table, and a fruit knife is placed next to it.

Feng Sheng walked to the coffee table, bent down slightly, and with slender fingers with distinct bones, he picked up the fruit knife about fifteen centimeters long.

"Canonized, what are you going to do?"

As soon as Ye Shayan saw Feng Sheng walking towards her again with a knife, her long hair scattered on the bed like a crazy woman, her eyes immediately went crazy.

What do you want to do?

Could it be that he wanted to kill her like Jiang Haifeng?

"Canon, don't mess around! It's good that our classmates are a classmate, will you let me go? I promise never to appear in front of you and Luo Yangyang again! ”

With the example of Jiang Haifeng's dead body, Ye Shayan saw the fruit knife in the hand of the saint, and the cold light flickered.

The fear that rose from the bottom of her heart spread to her limbs, and this fear spread all the way to her brain, making her crazy.

She didn't want to die, she was still very young, not even thirty years old, and she didn't want to die like this.

"For the sake of my classmates, I've already let you go once, and this time you had to hit the muzzle of the gun."

Feng Sheng didn't look at Ye Shayan, his cold eyes drooped slightly, and he casually played with the cold fruit knife in his hand.

Yang Yang has a scar on his shoulder, and he has to poke a few blood holes in Ye Shayan's body to repay the knife?

Yaquan looked at the fruit knife in the hand of the saint, and suddenly understood what the saint wanted to do.

After canonizing to the end of the bed, he took a step forward:

"Boss, let me come, don't stain your hands."