The obsessed fan was immersed in a self-moved passionate confession when she suddenly noticed Ye Xian's hands bound behind her and her elbows trembling slightly.
"You want to call the police?!"
He yanked her arm; her phone dropped to the floor instantly. Ye Xian took the opportunity to lift her hand toward his chin, but in the next second, he pulled out a knife and pressed it fiercely against her throat.
The cold blade against her pulsating vein caused Ye Xian's blood to chill instantly, her complexion turned pale, and she dared not move.
"Don't call the police! No calling the police! Yezi, my dear Yezi, I'm not a bad person, I'm the one who loves you most in this world..."
Ye Xian gazed down at the knife pressed against her neck and clenched her hands tightly, striving to suppress her fear, and spoke calmly, "If you are the one who loves me the most, then why are you holding a knife to my throat?"
"Because I know I'm not worthy of you! You're too perfect and dazzling! The whole world would succumb to your charm, and everyone would do everything possible to have you, but what about me?"
The obsessed fan, clenching his teeth, gazed into her eyes, interweaving his feelings of infatuation and inferiority, "I'm ugly, fat, and useless, but I have a heart that loves you. So, to have you... I can only destroy your beauty!"
With that said, he moved the knife up a few inches to her delicate face, "Only by destroying this face that enchants everyone can I sever their thoughts of you, but rest assured, no matter what you become, I will still love you. I want to prove to you that it's not your appearance I love, but you as a person. I want to prove to you that once you become ugly, I will be the only person in the world who loves you..."
His knife inched closer to her skin, almost piercing it.
Ye Xian gritted her teeth, about to negotiate with him, when she saw a few meters away, behind a corner of the curtain lifted by the wind, a tall and erect male figure suddenly appeared on the pitch-black balcony.
The surprise in her eyes hadn't yet emerged when the man, like a lightning bolt tearing through dark clouds, leaped forward and shattered the vast bedroom's floor-to-ceiling window.
With a 'crash', the entire sturdy floor-to-ceiling window was smashed to bits, countless glass shards danced like snowflakes, and the curtains, lifted by the chilling outside wind, cast shadows over the man's grim brows and eyes. He seemed like an Asura breaking into the night sky, the scene splitting reality from illusion, surreal yet true.
The obsessed fan, hearing the noise but not yet registering what had happened, felt his hair suddenly grasped from behind, the force as if tearing his scalp, causing him to scream like a devil with a wolf's howl, and the knife in his hand clattered to the floor, "Ah—"
Ye Xian saw Bo Tingshen's deep and dark eyes without a hint of light, grabbing the fan's head and slamming it hard against the wall. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel⚑fire.net
With a 'thud', the sound seemed even louder than that of the shattering glass; the fan instantly felt dizzy and lost consciousness.
The man started raining punches on his face, each blow shockingly powerful, quickly causing blood to seep from the fan's eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.
Ye Xian, seeing the trickle of blood running slowly down the wall, shuddered, her pores wide open with fear.
But the man showed no sign of stopping, his punches growing more ferocious with each blow, emitting waves of cold and fierce aura, as if a devil had emerged from Hell.
Ye Xian had never seen Bo Tingshen before. Her hands and feet began to numb with fear, even more so than when the fan had held a knife to her throat.