Yao Han: (*｀･з･)ﾑｯ✄⁽⁽╰ひ╯⁾⁾
"Hiss..."
The icy touch from below terrified Old Wang on the spot.
It was so sudden that he had dropped right onto the sharp edge of the scissors, jolting him in fright!
"Satisfied now?"
Yao Han dangled her hand casually.
"Satisfied...satisfied."
Old Wang's legs trembled.
"Are you wrong?"
"Sister, Yao Han sister, I was wrong. I'm so old, don't count an old man's faults, please let me off just this once, thank you."
"Hm? Am I the petty one?"
Yao Han squinted slightly and applied a bit more force.
Damn!
Blood beads started to form!
(유口유|||)
Old Wang's face instantly turned ghostly white!
"No no no, I'm the petty one, I'm the petty one!!! Don't damn step further, it's tearing the skin!"
With his fate in someone else's hands, Old Wang had no choice but to wince.
Yao Han snorted coldly and retracted the scissors, tossing them back casually onto the shelf for tongue-cutting.
