[ Xue Yang is ready for it this time, and even if Nie Huaisang gets free from his grasp, he doesn't make it very far.
It's a simple flicking motion to get the knife out of his sleeve, then Xue Yang immediately stabs it into the ground directly beside Nie Huaisang's throat. He's not going to stab him in his throat, no, that would be too easy--this person is his, and he's not about to lose him to death so quickly--but Xue Yang is well aware of how threatening the mere presence of the blade can be.
Then partially as punishment for yelling, and partially as a deterrent from yelling more, Xue Yang then reaches out for the closest reasonable thing to use: a small passionfruit from an overgrown plant sticking up from beneath the road beside the two of them. He shoves it straight into Nie Huaisang's mouth to gag him. ]
You're not good at knowing when to listen, are you?
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It's a simple flicking motion to get the knife out of his sleeve, then Xue Yang immediately stabs it into the ground directly beside Nie Huaisang's throat. He's not going to stab him in his throat, no, that would be too easy--this person is his, and he's not about to lose him to death so quickly--but Xue Yang is well aware of how threatening the mere presence of the blade can be.
Then partially as punishment for yelling, and partially as a deterrent from yelling more, Xue Yang then reaches out for the closest reasonable thing to use: a small passionfruit from an overgrown plant sticking up from beneath the road beside the two of them. He shoves it straight into Nie Huaisang's mouth to gag him. ]
You're not good at knowing when to listen, are you?