Thinking of this, Yanran's jealousy quickly fermented, especially the complicated feelings she had for Ze Ran in her mind. Why were all good men revolving around Feng Yun? Didn't they see other women? They only knew Feng Yun, Feng Yun, Feng Yun…
Yanran clenched her fists fiercely and her hands suddenly transformed by her side! The sharp fins that were unique to the Qitun Tribe appeared on her arm. Yanran turned her hand behind her back and pulled the fins a few times fiercely. Then, she quickly flipped her hand and let go secretly! Some tiny black spots floated forward quietly and quickly merged into the air. Even Ze Ran didn't notice them at all. The corners of Yanran's mouth slowly curled up. You can't walk on smoothly. How can I vent the hatred in my heart without letting you suffer a bit this time?
