Wang Xiao, "Who... Is it?"
Seraphine's expression twisted with both physical discomfort and simmering rage.
The residual numbness in her body only fueled her fury as she confronted him, her words sharp and accusing. "Are you even human!?"
Her questions poured out, each one more biting than the last. "Do you also treat Josephine like this!?" She was relentless, her voice rising, "No one can survive it; they would die of internal bleeding—"
Her tirade was cut short, her breath catching in her throat. In a flash, the dynamics shifted—Wang Xiao's agility and strength flipping their positions with a swiftness that left Seraphine disoriented.
Now underneath him, her back pressed against the bed's soft surface, she found herself staring up into his eyes, her anger momentarily eclipsed by surprise.
"Ugh! Leave me!"
Seraphine shouted in panic, her heart hammered against her chest, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
