"Shameless! Disgusting!"
Lucien Radcliffe blushed, feeling insulted.
At the Hidden Gate, everyone called her the Witch.
The meaning of Witch was killing without batting an eye, without emotion.
Lucien quite liked this title.
But now, someone dared to tease her?
For so long, no man had ever dared to speak indecently to her.
Lucien felt very angry, but also had another feeling.
Clearly, she wanted to kill him immediately, but when she tried, it felt like she wasn't using enough strength.
The force wasn't fierce enough.
"Miss, you look beautiful when you're angry, but you're far more beautiful when you're happy," Hawthorne took several steps back, gently closing the dagger in his hand and placing it at his waist. "I've never had the intention to kill you, here, this is my sincerity."
"Stop talking nonsense! I'm going to break your teeth and cut off your tongue!"
Lucien floated in the air, the white silk in her hand constantly shaking like a wave.
