Ming Ge crossed her arms over her chest, leaning lazily against the doorframe. Her posture and the expression in her eyes were relaxed, seemingly harmless.
But her gaze carried a condescending contempt, cold, indifferent...
That's how she looked at Ye Ying.
Like a stunningly beautiful demon god, she moved with a languid grace that seemed to take in the myriad states of all beings, making people's knees tremble slightly, submitting beneath the hem of her skirt.
Ye Ying, who had been shouting so arrogantly, opened her mouth but was shocked to find that she couldn't say a single word.
Because Ming Ge's gaze was too terrifying.
Others might see her as a seductive goddess, but Ye Ying could feel more directly that there was a bloodthirsty ruthlessness hidden beneath her lazy eyes, like the Dark Night Queen.
Ming Ge didn't move, but her words were as sharp as knives as she steadily closed in on Ye Ying.
