The two of them were only a few centimeters apart, their eyes locked, and they could both feel each other's breath.
A faint fragrance drifted into Marshall Morgan's nostrils, causing him to twitch his nose a few times and take a deep breath.
The girl's face was flushed, her large eyes showing flames of anger and icy killing intent as she coldly said, "If you don't want to die, let go!"
How could Marshall Morgan agree? He pursed his lips and said, "Unless you put down the dagger first, otherwise don't think about me letting go!"
"I put down the dagger first? Don't even think about it!"
The girl shouted angrily.
"Oh? Well, never mind then, it's actually quite nice like this, soft jade and warm fragrance, not bad, not bad, it's nice to stay like this."
Marshall Morgan chuckled.
The girl was both embarrassed and furious, and shouted, "You scoundrel!"
"You still dare to scold me, believe it or not, I'll bite you."
Marshall Morgan bared his teeth.
"No, wait, wait!"
