Chapter 526 - Xiaoxiao, I’m Sorry.

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Yu Zhe stood rooted to the ground as he heard her cries, too afraid to even turn to look at Mu Xiaoxiao's face.

His arms drooped by his sides as he clenched his fist, and his nails were almost embedded into the palm of his hand.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

Yu Zhe closed his eyes with a painful expression on him.

Han Xue'er looked overjoyed at the side as if she was enjoying a show. She admired Mu Xiaoxiao's painful expression and felt that she had never been so happy before.

At this moment, she felt like a queen who had Mu Xiaoxiao's fate in the palm of her hands.

If she wanted Mu Xiaoxiao to suffer, then Mu Xiaoxiao would suffer.

If she wanted Mu Xiaoxiao to die, then Mu Xiaoxiao had no choice but to die!

This feeling was just too exhilarating!

Han Xue'er grinned and gestured to the man behind him. The man stepped forward and handed her a knife.

She slowly pulled out the blade and stared at the cool light reflected from the sharp blade.

It was as if she was thinking, 'How would it feel if this blade were to cut into her flesh?'

"Mu Xiaoxiao, aren't you very proud of your pretty face? Tsk-tsk. Oh, isn't it because of your face that so many boys like you? I think Young Master Jie likes you because of your face too, right? Oh, and your hot body."

Han Xue'er walked up to Mu Xiaoxiao and deliberately used the blade to draw strokes in front of Mu Xiaoxiao to scare her.

Mu Xiaoxiao was deeply saddened, and she wasn't in the mood to care about her perverted behavior.

She felt that Han Xue'er's eyes were particularly terrifying, like a lunatic who had completely lost her mind.

Han Xue'er pointed the tip of the blade at Mu Xiaoxiao's chest.

She said unhurriedly, "Do you think, if I were to cut a hole here, or if I were to cut off those ample breasts of yours… that Young Master Jie would still like your body?"

Then, the blade moved closer to Mu Xiaoxiao's cheek.

"How many cuts should I make on this face?"

The atmosphere was tense as the cool light of the blade was set in contrast against Mu Xiaoxiao's fair and tender face.

Han Xue'er's eyes slowly narrowed, and her eyes gradually turned scarlet red as she burned with greater hatred.

Mu Xiaoxiao could feel the coldness of the knife on her face.

She didn't dare to move, but her body trembled.

She didn't even dare to say anything that might agitate Han Xue'er because she knew that Han Xue'er would actually do it because Han Xue'er had apparently waited for this moment for a long time.

Mu Xiaoxiao held her breath. She had almost resigned herself to her fate and given up on all hope.

She closed her eyes and waited for the pain to come.

Looking malevolently, Han Xue'er watched Mu Xiaoxiao's expression and shouted resentfully, "Cry! Beg me! Mu Xiaoxiao, humbly beg me, and I will consider letting you go!"

No!

This wasn't the result she wanted.

What she wanted was to stomp on Mu Xiaoxiao beneath her feet like rubbish.

Mu Xiaoxiao should be screaming in fear, so afraid and lost that she would cry and beg to be let go.

Not like this… so peacefully and quickly resolved!

Han Xue'er hated Mu Xiaoxiao to the core.

With the blade on her face, why isn't she afraid! Why isn't she screaming!

"Cry! Scream! Do you hear me!"

Han Xue'er pulled Mu Xiaoxiao angrily, wanting her to follow her script.

However, Mu Xiaoxiao stared at her through the corner of her eyes. There were still tears in her eyes, but this didn't make her look weak. Her eyes were resolute. Even though her body was shaking, she wore a scornful look as she stared at the other party.