Her grip tightened on Bai Lung's cheeks, her eyes flashing with a mixture of hurt and anger. She could feel the tension radiating off him in waves, but his silence only served to fuel her suspicions further.
" Is it really those witches that warmed your bed? " she spat out venomously, unable to keep the bitterness from seeping into her voice.
She could feel heat emitting from her cheeks due to jealousy, how dare of those women... Just, how dare? They must be courting death.
Dare to sleep with her man and make him crave them? They must be looking for eternal sleep.
The thought of other women laying claim to what was rightfully hers created a wave of possessiveness coursing through her brain functioning.
Yet, despite all the meaningless hassle,
Bai Lung remained stoic under her intense scrutiny, refusing to rise to her accusations.
...
At the same time,
