Wei Anning's face was filled with provocation as she stretched her neck towards him, "I'm sick of living, so kill me if you dare."
Leng Youchen glared at her viciously, veins bulging on the back of his hand from the force he exerted, lips pursed tightly, his voice erupting through clenched teeth, "Do you think I don't dare to kill you?"
"Come on, then, break my neck." Wei Anning was entirely acting out of spite. She wasn't blind—she hadn't missed the sudden flash of murderous intent in his eyes just now. Did he really hate her so much that he wished her dead?
Leng Youchen watched as she thrust her head forward, his anger turning to mocking laughter, "So eager to die? Unfortunately, I don't want to dirty my hands."
Wei Anning stood up straight, quietly observing him. Her eyes were clear and calm, as if nothing in this dirty world could taint her. With those eyes, she wordlessly gazed at him.
