Weilan's silver teeth clenched, making a gritting noise, puffed up with anger. She felt her chest smothered with frustration, heaving unevenly, burning to lash out. Rage swirled inside, almost driving her mad.
The man before her was simply too detestable. How could he speak like that? He could effortlessly drive her insane, easily making her want to stomp her feet in frustration.
And there he stood, unmovable as a mountain, as if nothing had happened, looking leisurely at her, seemingly enjoying the sight of her indignation.
Fury ignited in her eyes, blazing furiously. Hand on his chest, she grabbed the button of his suit and glared at him, very angry.
She was even furious enough to bite him.
This time, he wore a face unfamiliar to her, not disguised as some hideous creature but looking handsome.
But this face wasn't truly him.
As long as it wasn't truly him, no matter into whom he transformed, no matter how handsome, she felt furious.
