Tw: extreme violence
A deadly aura filled the room. Qing Yu looked at Ye Jin's lone figure standing at the entrance, her presence suffocating.
At first, he wanted to sneer, but the look in her eyes was not just that of an ordinary girl but that of a cold-blooded killer.
At that moment, she was far scarier than Ye Ruan.
Qing Yu managed to build up a little courage and said, "How can you just barge into my house like that?! Did Ye Ruan teach you no manners...?"
He opened his mouth to say something more, but the words died in his throat. Something about her felt wrong, she was too still, too quiet. His pulse quickened
'I am going to die'
In a second, Qing Yu felt his face brush fiercely against the rough edges of the clay walls of the house, his eyes widening in shock.
What just happened?!!
