Meina saw Lin Fan smiling and couldn't help frowning: "Why are you laughing?"

"I was just thinking, dear Meina, that to kill me, you'd even pretend to be a lady. You East Asian women are really something else. No wonder the AV industry there is so booming; it's truly thanks to diligent beauties like you." Lin Fan laughed heartily.

Hearing this, a flash of anger immediately appeared in Meina's eyes. For Meina, the East Asian AV industry was always considered a national disgrace. If it weren't for the influential figures supporting that industry, Meina would have wanted to completely destroy it!

"Bastard, you're courting death!" Meina shouted furiously, holding a dagger fiercely pointed at Lin Fan.

"Dear Meina, earlier I promised you three attempts to assassinate me. You've already used one; this is the second. If you fail again this time, you'll have just one chance left. If you fail all three times, you'll have to become my servant girl," Lin Fan said with a sly smile on his lips.

Hearing this, Meina was so angry that her whole body trembled. How could she, a dignified lady, be a servant girl? Without a word, she immediately lunged at Lin Fan's throat with her dagger.

The dagger sliced through the air, making a sharp, tearing sound, mercilessly ripping the air apart!

However, seeing the dagger coming, there was no sign of panic on Lin Fan's face. His foot slid smoothly, and he immediately sidestepped, letting the dagger brush past his shoulder without scratching even a hair.

Meina was taken aback; she realized she had underestimated Lin Fan's strength. Her eyes sharpened, and she hurriedly swung her right foot toward Lin Fan's chest, stirring up a rush of wind.

Lin Fan smiled calmly, extended his hand, and caught Meina's ankle, restraining her attack. But Meina had anticipated this; her other foot lightly tapped the ground, and her body flipped into the air. Her left foot, as sharp as a knife, lashed straight toward Lin Fan's chin.

Lin Fan was sure that if that kick landed, his chin would definitely be shattered.

Lin Fan didn't dare take a chance; he subtly tilted his head back and quickly extended his left hand to catch Meina's cocked ankle novamente.

But after her second move was restricted, Meina's airborne body abruptly tensed, and she swiftly stabbed the dagger at Lin Fan's throat.

"Now that both your hands are restrained, let's see how you block my attack." Meina's lips curled into a cruel, cold smile.

Yet Lin Fan's face still bore a nonchalant smile, as if they were just playing a children's game.

The dagger struck ferociously, the fierce wind it stirred swung Lin Fan's hair back and forth. In just a blink, the dagger was getting closer to Lin Fan's cheek.

But at that moment, Lin Fan's lips suddenly curled into a mischievous smile, and his head snapped aside like lightning.

With a swoosh, the dagger tore through the air, skimming past Lin Fan's ear, not harming him in the slightest.

But because of Meina's excessive force, when she was surprised, Lin Fan pulled her legs, making her upper body crash directly into Lin Fan's arms. Lin Fan only felt two full mounds collide vigorously with his chest.

Then there was the sound "muah" as Meina's pretty face tilted forward toward Lin Fan's cheek, pressing her red lips firmly onto Lin Fan's cheek!

Meina was stunned; her heart churned like a stormy sea. Had she... really kissed him?

Lin Fan was also dumbfounded, thinking to himself, what the heck is going on? How did we end up kissing? Is this fight really turning into some flirty exchange like a young couple's quarrel?

"Dear Meina, I know you think I'm handsome. If you wanted to kiss me, you just had to say so. I'm not going to stop you; no need to sneak a kiss," Lin Fan teased with a cheeky smile.

Upon hearing this, Meina's body quivered like she had been shocked. But the more she trembled, the more the fullness pressed against Lin Fan's chest vibrated rhythmically, the constant up and down motions stirring a mischievous fire deep in Lin Fan's heart.

"Pervert!"

Meina cursed angrily, flipping the dagger behind Lin Fan's neck, ready to strike!

Lin Fan wouldn't give her the chance. With a slick movement, he gripped Meina's thighs, positioning her in a suggestive stance straddling his waist. The position looked... well, you know!

Then, like a spinning top, Lin Fan lifted Meina and spun her around. The moment they started spinning, Meina's body immediately lost balance, leaning back, and the arm holding the dagger swung with her rotating body like a huge spinning windmill!

A circle, two circles, three circles...

Meina felt as if her world was spinning wildly, her emotions mixed chaotically, uncertain of what to think. The intimate posture and movement were like a man spinning with his beloved wife in a moment of happiness. Meina, being a woman, also yearned for such a beautiful moment!

But now, the one spinning her in his arms was not her beloved man, but her most hated enemy!

After spinning ten circles, Lin Fan steadied himself, pinning Meina against the wall by her throat, and quickly snatched the dagger from her hand.

"Don't move, or I'll have no problem drawing a big cat on your face," Lin Fan played with the dagger in front of Meina, grinning carelessly.

Sure enough, Meina's body tensed, her face showing a few degrees of seriousness: "What do you want?"

"Dear Meina, you wanted to assassinate me, but now that I've bested you, what do you think I want?"

Lin Fan chuckled lewdly and said, "In such situations, killing you would be satisfying, but... I have a principle of not killing beautiful women. I think it's more satisfying to seek revenge in another way."

Hearing this, Meina's face turned grave, shouting sharply: "Bastard, what are you trying to do? I warn you, if you dare to humiliate me, I will kill you!"

"Feel free to kill me! But... right now you're in my hands, at least today you can't kill me. There's an old saying in Huaxia: 'Better to die under a peony flower, be it as a ghost, it's still flirtatious.' If you have to die, why not be a playful ghost?"

Lin Fan chuckled, allowing the knife in his hand to glide slowly down, resting at Meina's collar, then lightly traced the knife's sharp tip across her collar.

One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters...

As the knife slid down, Meina's collar slowly tore open, revealing fair skin and even the glimpse of a deep cleavage emerging...