"Right now, I just want to kill you, hmph." Qingluan still wanted to regain some dignity and tried to make her tone sound fierce, but no matter how it sounded, it felt like she was being coy.
Song Xiaodong didn't expose her, and said, "Well, thank you Miss Qingluan for letting me enjoy such bliss before killing me. Even after I die, I'll always remember your kindness."
"Hmph, as long as you understand, I'm giving you a taste of sweetness before I kill you."
"Yes, yes, I really hope you can delay killing me by two days so I can savor this sweetness a bit longer."
"Alright, considering you're a dying man, I won't argue with you."
Qingluan spoke with a certain kind-hearted tone. Yet it was also a sort of self-comforting illusion, as she knew well enough that she had fallen for him, but was unwilling to admit it, thus finding reasons to console herself.
