Getting more irritated by the second, Xuan Ying got up to leave.
"Don't leave!"
Feng Lingxue jumped off the dresser, charging in front of him. She lifted her hand, unbuttoning her uniform. Once the buttons were undone, her delicate skin was exposed.
Xuan Ying stopped walking, his eyes on her.
Her face was pale, body stiff as a rock. It seemed that she had lost a fair amount of weight these days at the Snow Mountain Residence. Her eyes were still seductive and charming, but they've lost some color and she was somewhat dazed.
At that moment, he had this feeling, it was almost like… she was already dead.
All that was left behind was merely her body.
A shell.
For some reason, her body was still there and she hadn't collapsed yet. As though someone was squeezing his heart tightly, the pain made him… panic.
He hated her.
