Her eyes were glaring like bronze bells, filled with raging anger.
Her voice trembled fiercely with anger, almost roaring out through clenched teeth.
Outside the tent, the wind grew more violent, like a pack of roaring beasts, madly beating the surrounding trees, snapping the branches with a crackling sound, as if nature was cheering and shouting for her fury; the world seemed infected by her anger.
Lin Wanqing echoed sharply and piercingly, like a sharp whistle: "Yes, you despicable scoundrel, don't even think about succeeding here!" Her cheeks flushed bright red with fury, her fists clenched tightly, her knuckles whitened from exertion.
Yet Liu Tingting was indifferent, letting out a spine-chilling chuckle, not only unrestrained but rather like a cunning fox, she plunged into the covers and stretched out her arms to embrace Shi Feiyang.
