What kind of woman was she?
Beauty was an inadequate term to describe her appearance, with her pale complexion, delicate features, and lips as red as blood. This woman resembled an eternally supreme queen, yet also resembled a praying mantis capable of devouring her lovers. Even a glimpse from the corner of her eye could make you shudder involuntarily.
The most captivating aspect was her pair of slender, jade-like hands, pale and delicate as if carved from ivory. No one who saw these hands could ever imagine they could twist a person's neck and break it!
Mu Qingrong sat beside her, her face ashen, silent. Seeing Ye Qing and the others, a hint of color returned to her face, indicating she was truly frightened inside the room.
The woman wore a slight smile, looking at Ye Qing with interest, as if sizing up this man who had caused such a stir in Shenchuan City and managed to live so long.
