Ji Yao opened her eyes wide, and her already moist eyes welled up with tears again. She couldn't control herself at all and hysterically tried to stop him.

"Mo Yanyu, let me tell you, I don't need you. We've already settled our score. You don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything. You have no right to save me!"

Mo Yanyu looked at Ji Yao intently several times, never showing her true feelings no matter how anxious she was inside!

"Mo Yanyu, it's all over between us long ago. Even if you pretend to save me now, I will never be grateful to you!"

Mo Yanyu looked up.

All I could see was pleading in Ji Yao's eyes...

She kept pleading with him silently through her eyes.

Don't listen to that person, don't stab yourself in the back!

Because of its constant struggle, her hair was all messed up, making her look extremely disheveled!

But to Mo Yanyu, Ji Yao's tearful appearance seemed suffocating, as if he had never looked at her so intently before.

He looked at her face intently, again and again, trying to see every detail clearly, his eyes filled with a resolute look as if he had made a decision!

Ji Yao felt as if something was stuck in her throat, and for a moment she didn't know what to say. She could only let the tears flow silently down her face and keep shaking her head.

No, no, no!

Mo Yanyu, please, don't...

Her voice was so hoarse it was almost unbearable, but she still desperately suppressed the pain in her heart and said, word by word, "Mo Yanyu, I don't love you, I've never loved you, so you never owe me anything!"

But the second brother, who was holding a knife to her neck, seemed to have sensed something was wrong with Ji Yao's words.

He spoke to her in a sinister tone, issuing a warning.

"Miss, I hope you won't speak recklessly anymore. I've never been a very patient person. If someone gets angry at this rough man, I'm afraid a knife might leave a particularly unsightly scar on your face!"

"I believe a beautiful girl like you wouldn't want an ugly scar on your face for no reason, would you?"

Ji Yao really wanted to stand up and retort, telling her that she didn't care about these things, but when she met that person's cold and deep gaze, which was like that of a venomous snake, she cowardly backed down.

Even though she felt utterly worthless, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming fear of him.

And he's always been very vain. He wouldn't care if someone shot him, but to her, having her face slashed would be tantamount to death...

Even if she were to die, she would choose a beautiful way to die!

"Young Master Mo, I hope you can hurry. I've never been a very patient person. If you delay even a minute longer, I'll let this knife go an inch further..."

She could feel the cold blade advancing another inch towards her neck, the sharp blade already leaving a thin, thread-like red mark on her skin…

But she kept her lower lip tightly closed the whole time to avoid making a sound.

But Mo Yanyu couldn't ignore her tightly furrowed brows and the blood slowly seeping from her fair, jade-like neck...

Mo Yanyu's throat tightened, and she immediately stopped him. "Don't move. You just want to hurt me, so why do you always have to threaten me? I said I would repay you with these ten stabs, and I will never go back on my word!"

Without hesitation, he plunged the knife in his right hand into his chest.

Ji Yao's voice went hoarse. She had once thought Mo Yanyu was too heartless, and the pain of wanting something she couldn't have was now completely forgotten.

Those beautiful eyes were now filled with blood, as if a tear of blood was about to fall from them at any moment, making them look particularly terrifying...

The clear sound of Mo Yanyu stabbing her with a knife kept replaying in her ears. The sound wasn't loud, but she remembered it with exceptional clarity…

She is someone who is extremely afraid of pain. Once, she accidentally cut her hand with a knife and refused to cook ever since. She couldn't imagine how painful it would be to have a knife plunged directly into your body...

Mo Yanyu, who had endured the knife wound, didn't even flinch once, as if she were doing something utterly ordinary...

All she could remember were the three words "Mo Yanyu".

Mo Yanyu…

Yan Yan…

"This is the first cut," the second brother, with his sinister personality, glanced at Ji Yao with a half-smile, and said in a sarcastic tone, "As expected, no matter how invincible a man is, he can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman..."

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