"..." He pursed his lips slightly. "Fine. I won't help her."
Shen Lang raised an eyebrow. "Just not helping her? That won't do. You need to kick her while she's down, Master. Only then will I be at ease."
She made no effort to hide her malice toward Liu Lianyi, just as Liu Lianyi had once shown toward her.
A shimmering smile lit her eyes, like ripples spreading across the surface of a mirror-calm lake—a touch as light as a feather, yet utterly intoxicating.
For some reason, Changfan furrowed his brow slightly, his aloof, cold eyes turning as vast and frosty as a snowscape.
