Standing in the room, the seductive figure of the woman named "Scorpion" leaned against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. Silently positioned in the corner, her lips painted in bright red were slightly pouted. The butterfly knife she skillfully handled clicked into place in her delicate hand, and her face reverted to that cold expression, accustomed to the sight of blood. The colder her expression, the icier her eyes, the more her red lips and chilled demeanor accentuated her sensuality.
Sensual, enchanting, icy, yet dangerous — these attributes mingled on Scorpion, projecting an astonishing charm.
Scorpion had not yet seen how Xiao Yifei truly treated illnesses, and this time, she intended to observe closely.
Xiao Yifei glanced at Scorpion standing in the corner, and his own heart involuntarily quickened its pace.
