Long Junyao's face was so cold that water vapour could condense on his face. He said in a stern tone, "You're begging to die!"
Ye Qingran's eyes turned slightly, but her face was still full of smiles. "I was kind enough to bless you. How is it that begging to die? Don't tell me you like people cursing you instead?"
The bright lights in the room fell on her face that was slightly tilted upwards. Her fair skin was as clear as jade. It was flawless, giving off a particularly pure feeling.
Her gaze was like a pure gem, shining brightly.
She looked at Long Junyao with a half-smile. She was unruly and untamed, with a hint of provocation and ridicule.
Long Junyao was stunned.
How could this boy look as beautiful as a woman?
