"Get out! Out!"
Qin Qingluo propped herself up with force, growling in hatred like a wounded beast.
Chen Yi, however, remained unhurried. He casually pulled out a chair, sat down, and gazed cheerfully at the tall woman.
She placed her hands on the edge of the bed, half-supporting her body, resembling a giant serpent raising its head, poised to strike. Her arched brows showed unmistakable killing intent, yet the flush on her cheeks and an indomitable heroic aura combined to form an appealing beauty that one felt compelled to conquer.
Her snake-like pupils were chaotic and unfocused, missing the commanding dignity she once wielded over the Southern Border. Her lips were tightly pressed together, her clothes disheveled, revealing a large expanse of snowy-white skin. Her sturdy frame made this striking allure even more overwhelming.
Qin Qingluo stared with boundless hatred at the man she loathed deeply, while he returned her gaze with playful amusement.
