Sophie straightened her body and reached up to remove her hair clip, letting her disheveled hair cascade down in the cold wind as she smiled, beautiful yet eerily seductive.
"You're right, the Angel Nun does rely on beauty to kill."
She raised her high heel and placed it on Xiao Ming's thigh, pressing down with a force that was both light and heavy.
"But beauty and ugliness are very subjective concepts, just like I can't move Mr. Xiao, if it were only about looks, I might have died countless times already!"
Xiao Ming breathed rapidly, his eyes warily watching her, "What... what have you done to me?"
Sophie touched the wound on the back of her neck, her cheek twitching from the pain, and her seductive expression turned to one filled with hatred.
"Does my cigarette smell good?"
Xiao Ming's eyes widened, "It's poisoned!"
