"Oh~if it isn't the bitter Loura." Bianca's mellow voice ran out in the dark room.
The woman's hand stopped before laying on Zhi Rui's forehead. Her eyebrows twitched. With a contorted smile she got up and looked beside her.
Bianca was smiling at her like a demoness in a wine red dress.
"The supposed lady of lust. For years, you craved to be the heiress of lust, trained and lived for that day. only for the prophecy to change and swallow your dreams whole. How doe that felt?" Loura said.
"He~ My bitter lady, It feels bad, I curse her for being blessed with what I've always strived for, I despise the way she uses her blessing, then I plan; How do I make that blessing mine? And If I can't have it. Then how can I destroy it?" Bianca said and stepped forward, her back straight and her full breasts firmly jiggling.
