"Miss, did you and Mr. Xing have a fight?" Love, who was working silently, was yelled at by her roar.
"I hate pretentious men the most." She cursed inexplicably, and immediately turned to her and asked, "Love, is there a ladder in this room?"
Love nodded.
"Go get me the ladder."
Two minutes later, at the back of the villa.
Looking at the girl climbing on the ladder, Love shouted worriedly: "Miss, be careful."
"Shh." Xiahou Huan'er quickly made a silencing gesture below. The corpse king inside heard it and might even close the window.
Love quickly reached out and covered her mouth.
Xiahou Huan'er climbed onto the balcony softly.
Rows of crows flew overhead.
Yeah... Yeah... Yeah...
The windows were closed tightly, and even the curtains were drawn, so no one could peek inside at all.
Shit, does he want to kill them all like this?
She slapped the window hard and said angrily: "Dongfang Xing, damn you, can you act like a man and open the window?"
Obviously, the Corpse King has a particularly stubborn temper.
After waiting for a long time, there was still no response at all. Xiahou Huan'er became even more angry: "It won't open, right? I smashed the window."
There was a clicking sound inside, and her threat worked.
Xiahou Huan'er felt happy, immediately opened the window and jumped in.
The huge room was dimly lit, eerie, and filled with a chilling chill.
He was standing in the distance wearing a black cloak, his tall and steep back exuding a touch of distressing desolation and aloofness.
Xiahou Huan'er walked around in front of him. The hat on his cloak covered most of his face, only revealing his resolute chin.
She suddenly reached out her hand and tried to lift the hat off his head.
The wrist was caught in his big hand in mid-air. Under the dim light, the long and sharp nails looked like they were stained with ink.
Xiahou Huan'er took a deep breath, and sure enough...
Hearing her gasp, his body stiffened, he jerked his hand away and turned around quickly.
He wanted to run away again, but Xiahou Huan'er shouted angrily: "Dongfang Xing, are you trying to hide again?"
After a pause, a cold and hoarse voice slowly sounded: "What do you want?"
She pursed her lips and said firmly: "I want to see you."
He suddenly let out a low sneer, sarcastically: "Aren't you afraid of nightmares?"
"I am happy to have nightmares, do you care?" Xiahou Huan'er replied arrogantly.
The fists hanging under her robe were clenched suddenly, and obscure eyes fell on her domineering pretty face through the shadows.
Xiahou Huan'er looked at him and deliberately sneered in a flirtatious tone: "I've kissed and touched you. Are you still afraid that I will dislike you?"
The corpse king's body suddenly became as stiff as a stone.
She raised her eyebrows, saw that he remained silent, and stretched out her hand to him again.
He raised his hand to stop her, and raised his mellow voice hoarsely: "I'll do it."
"Okay, come on." Xiahou Huan'er retracted her hand angrily, staring at him with her shiny black cat eyes, afraid of missing anything.
"No regrets?"
"Damn it, why don't you act like a bitch..." Xiahou Huan'er's curse words stopped abruptly.
Dongfang Xing's black nails as thick and long as iron claws slowly lifted the hat on his head. In the dim light, his dark red eyes had faded into light gray, his eye circles were black and swollen, his face was as withered, and at the corner of his mouth
On both sides, two long and sharp fangs stuck out diagonally.
