Can I really handle it?!
Leng Ruyu couldn't help but clutch the bedding beneath her, but her pride wouldn't allow her to shrink back.
"Junior Cultivator?"
Qin Yu curled his lips in a smirk, deliberately showing off in front of her, scaring her pale—yet she stubbornly stuck her neck out and muttered, "Who knows…"
"Wanna try?"
"Let's try then!"
She just didn't believe it.
But soon enough, this little demoness regretted it.
That sensation was just like the first time she had met Qin Yu.
It hurt.
It was as if her whole body was being torn apart.
Boohoo.
She finally couldn't hold back and started crying.
"Xiyue Sister, help me…"
...
Of course Su Xiyue wouldn't come save this trouble-making demoness.
Really, Leng Ruyu just couldn't let go of her status as Demon Sect Leader—simply put, she was… acting tough.
Qin Yu had planned to take things slow.
But the little demoness just had to say, "That's it?!"
Wasn't she asking for trouble herself.
But…
