Tang Xi's voice was soft and sticky-sweet, as if laced with sugar. To hear it was to feel a sweetness seep deep into your heart.
With a voice like that, it was difficult to feel angry with her, no matter how vicious her words.
If anger did begin to brew, you would instead blame yourself. Why would you ever lose your temper with her?
Even getting angry in your own heart would lead to sincere self-reproach.
Fang Shuwen's gaze was complicated as he looked at Tang Xi.
"Commit suicide?
"You... want me... to commit suicide?"
Tang Xi was no stranger to such a look; every man captivated by her wore the same expression.
So she nodded firmly.
"That's right. Kill yourself."
"Why?"
Fang Shuwen took another step forward.
This step made Shen Qingfeng and the others' expressions shift, but Tang Xi simply waved her hand, signaling for them not to worry.
The situation was entirely under control.
