<h4>Chapter 527: A Deadly Joke - Part 3</h4><h4><strong>Editor: </strong>Dragon Boat Trantion </h4>


    "Little junior sister has never tried, so how would she know if it won’t work?"


    "There’s no need to try." Nan Yan picked up her fork and knife again, eating expressionlessly. Her body was her own; not eating would only weaken her further.


    Nn stared at Nan Yan intently. Every minute and every second spent with her only made him more attracted to her.


    His desire to win her heart grew stronger. Leaning forward, his eyes took on a strange gleam. "Little junior sister, let me tell you the quickest way to satisfy me. How about it?"


    Nan Yan replied, "Let’s hear it."


    "You kiss me." Nn pointed to his cheek, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "And I’ll..."


    Before he could finish, Nan Yan’s steak knife whizzed past his neck and embedded itself in the wall behind him. Nn remained still, and Nan Yan continued eating as if nothing had happened, switching her fork from her left hand to her right and biting into her steak.


    After a moment, Nn brushed his neck with his fingertips, leaving a trace of blood. Nan Yan’s knife had grazed his neck, cutting only the outeryer of skin.


    It was just a few drops of blood, not even enough to warrant a bandage. But Nan Yan’s action was a warning. Even bound by him, she had the ability to kill him.


    Nn nced at the bloodstain, then licked his bloody fingertip with fiery eyes. Her actions only fueled his desire. He lowered his gaze to hide the evil in his eyes and said slowly, "Little junior sister, I was just joking. Don’t be angry."


    "Coincidentally, I was joking too. My hand slipped," Nan Yan replied casually.


    Nn, hearing Wen Heng’s roar and anger in his mind, kept his eyes fixed on Nan Yan, smiling. "Well, it’s okay, I don’t mind."


    Nan Yan finished her steak and stood up. "In the future, it’s best to avoid such deadly jokes."


    Nn watched her leave the dining room without stopping her or following. He stood up, removed the steak knife from the wall, and yed with it in his hand.


    Then, he licked the de. His tongue was cut by the de, and a trickle of blood emerged, making him look like a vampire.


    Wen Heng was deeply disturbed by his sickening behavior. Knowing that nothing he said would affect him, he decided it was best to remain silent.