Hell Widow Fu was wearing a red dress today, with a slightly flared hem, paired with red stiletto heels, and her hair was tied into two pigtails, one on each side.
Half pure, half fiery, half angel, half devil.
"Qin Shihuang, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. Could you please repeat it?" Hell Widow Fu's eyes carried a deep smile, one foot on the glass coffee table, leaning down playfully as she looked at Qin Shihuang, whom she had kicked to the ground.
Although Hell Widow Fu appeared angelic on the surface at this moment, beneath this angelic exterior was a hidden devil.
Indeed, Hell Widow Fu is the devil.
Qin Shihuang's forehead was drenched with cold sweat, most of his drunkenness cleared away, and in his heart, he was extremely depressed. Could his luck really be this bad? Speak of the devil and the devil appears.
This Hell Widow Fu is notoriously ruthless and vengeful for the slightest provocation.
