Yun Huan cleaned away the blood on Qin Yi's hands. Chen Che looked at the pair of delicate and slender hands that were prettier than a girl's and recalled the same fist that smashed the zombies to death. His lips started to twitch.
Qin Yi's gaze swept onto the unresigned and unwilling Chuchu, her eyes profound. Her clean face emitted an indifferent suaveness.
"Are you happier?" Yun Huan caressed Qin Yi's head with a gentle look in his eyes.
"I'm alright." Qin Yi's phoenix eyes burned. Heh, she was not going to stop at this. Chuchu wanted her dead. How could she let this go?
Yun Huan smiled and shook his head as his heart softened at Qin Yi's childish temperament. After all, she had yet to turn 20. But this youth was extremely intelligent. She was clearly just trying to make things difficult for Chuchu, and her righteous words made it so that no one could pick on it.
