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Before the hat teenager could react, Mu Fan had already called them out. Huang Fu Xu did not seem to mind the chaos, he added another sentence before he left: "Chuanchuan, I am outside." He said it in an extremely ambiguous manner, and even winked at Li Chuan before he left. Mu Fan closed the door as well.

Li Chuan looked at her intently, then casually threw the bat on the billiard table and slowly walked in front of her.

He extended his hand to pull her wrist, and pulled her into his embrace. With one hand, he tightened his grip on her waist, and laughed coldly: "You came to find me so quickly? It seems that the man who proposed to you couldn't satisfy your desires at all. I've been thinking about you all day. Your body is even more fragrant than when we were husband and wife. "

Li Chuan whispered into her ear as his big hands gently caressed her waist.

"Your body is far worse than when you were my husband." Bai Jin turned his face to the side slightly, and the tip of his nose almost grazed his right cheek.

Li Chuan held her and stopped moving. He looked at her sharply, but she smiled: "Mr. Li, so you're afraid of death as well?"

Behind Li Chuan, a Swiss Army knife was pressed against his body. His eyes instantly became like the black clouds on the sea as they rolled and roared.

His little ex-wife, whom he had not seen for four years, had learned to play with knives.

Bai Jin looked up at him. He hadn't changed a bit in four years, and the face and eyes were the last things she saw when she left.

Four years ago and four years later, there didn't seem to be any separation or transition, nor did time wipe away his hatred towards her. Like fermented wine, it would ferment and brew within the passage of time, never disappearing, only transforming into bone-deep hatred.

There was only hatred left between him and her now.

Perhaps it was the sudden light, or his face, now filled with hatred, that stung her eyes, and her hand trembled a little, or she gripped the knife, the point of which made a small swirl on his white T-shirt.

"Since Mr. Li is afraid of death, don't provoke me anymore. I am not afraid of anything now. If we were to die together, Mr. Li would lose a lot more than me. " She said this to him coldly, his eyes filled with the look of someone who was about to drink. It was as if if if he dared force her again, she would really die together with him.

Li Chuan had his hands behind his back, grabbing her wrist, he did not care if her blade would cut him or not. Bai Jin was shocked, he immediately pushed the glass door open, and it shook as if it was about to shatter.

Li Chuan pressed her hand which was holding the blade directly onto the glass door. The flames in his eyes flickered, and immediately turned even more terrifying and insane than her: "You want to kill me, right? Then what are you hesitating for? Come on! Kill me! "

Li Chuan's beast like roars shook her eardrums, and shook her heart. He pinched her shoulder fiercely, almost digging into her flesh, and said fiercely: "Bai Jin, I'll tell you! If you don't kill me, I won't let you off! "

His hatred squeezed out from the gaps between his teeth. His face was distorted from anger, as if he wanted to skin her alive and tear apart her bones.

Their first encounter had been a disaster, and their reunion now was the prelude to an even greater disaster. His hatred towards her, might even stop at death's door.