Mu Qingqing stood motionless, her eyes fixed on him as he spoke. Despite her outward composure, her body trembled with a mix of fear and anger. Her heart felt like it was on fire, fueled by a burning desire for revenge.
She advanced towards him with measured steps, her eyes burning with intensity. As she closed the distance between them, her voice rang out, piercing the oppressive silence that hung in the air.
"And what is your next move," she questioned. "Are you going to kill me?"
"Of course not, baby. I love you," he confessed, his crazy eyes watching her every move.
"But I am the part of the Mu family. If you want to be the king, you have to kill me," she said, her voice icy cold.
