His murderous intentions were mixed perfectly with his righteousness, giving him an air of a king that almost had her kneeling in subdue.
All Zhong Qianqian felt under the stare of such a man was her cold body mingling with the fire in her heart, mixing ice and fire all over herself. It drove her into a state of ecstasy… Two lines of blood bled down her nostrils as the blood dripped onto the ground, creating small, red marks on the expensive white carpet.
Chi Yang tried to hold down the vile feeling that was fast building up inside him. His hands clenched into firsts, tendons standing out under his skin, as he grounded his teeth and roared in a low voice, "Get out…!"
Zhong Qianqian turned a deaf ear. She felt that she was about to succeed in her scheme.
Zhong Nuannuan had just finished her shower and put on her sleeping robe as she prepared to check in on Chi Yang. She wanted to find out if he was able to sleep in an unfamiliar place.
