Jun Qingjue was waiting outside the boat, and Mu Qingyan was not going to waste any more time. She walked towards Bai Ruhua with lotus steps, her blue eyes were deep, and her whole body exuded an aura of elegance and nobility, indifferent and distant.
Every time the woman took a step closer, Bai Ruhua took a step back.
As the woman gradually approached, Bai Ruhua kept retreating. Finally, there was no way to retreat, and she came to a blind corner. Her back was pressed against the cold wall, and her body felt chilly.
"Don't come here. You are also a woman. You should know that if this face is ruined, I will be ruined too." Even if he has good strength, it is in vain.
Her appearance eventually became her pain and her flaw.
Mu Qingyan came to the woman's body, lifted her chin with her fingertips, her blue pupils glowed with a cold light, and there was a hint of coldness between her brows: "If you dare to invite us two on the boat, you should have thought about it.
Your end."
Yes, she did imagine her ending, but she never expected that she would end up like this.
"What do you want? As long as you don't destroy me, anything else is fine." Looking at the extremely cold blue eyes in front of her, sensing the coldness and danger coming from this woman, she really panicked.
"Are you going to beg me?" The woman's voice was cold and evil.
Bai Ruhua's face froze, and her heart sank slightly: "It would be better to negotiate terms instead."
She wasn't begging her.
In her entire life, Bai Ruhua has never begged anyone.
"No? Then I'm sorry, I still decided to scratch your face." He put his fingertips on his chin, his blue eyes glowing a little: "I don't want to play with you anymore, so why not just scratch your face?"
It’s a bitch, do you think it’s okay?”
Although her tone was inquiring, Mu Qingyan didn't mean to ask for her opinion at all. The dagger was revealed, glowing with a cold light, the tip of the sword was pressed against the white face, the corner of her mouth was slightly raised, and the dagger began to move downward. The woman
A bright red mark immediately appeared on the fair face, and blood continued to ooze from the wound.
The warm liquid slowly flowed down her face. Bai Ruhua was shocked. She no longer had any hope for this woman: "What do you want?"
Even if it ruins her face, it doesn't matter to her.
She had previously guessed that she would not actually slap her face, but she did not expect that she would actually do it.
"You're too noisy." Mu Qingyan had lost interest. Her blue eyes were cold and her tone was cold. She sped up her movements and quickly moved her hand around her face, continuing to draw traces one after another, dripping with blood.
Looking at the word =mean= drawn by her own hands, Mu Qingyan nodded, feeling very accomplished: "It seems that my writing skills have not deteriorated. I will practice with someone else next time." After saying that, she patted her white face.
He blinked his eyes innocently and said with a smile: "Remember, people who really like you will not dislike your face. I am helping you, so there is no need to thank me."
practise?
Bai Ruhua was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He glared at her and was about to curse, but there was a flash of blue light in front of his eyes, and the woman in front of him had disappeared.
The private room was empty and eerily quiet, with only the blood on the cheeks dripping down drop by drop, making a crisp sound.
"Ah... I'm going to kill you!" A woman's crazy and miserable voice suddenly erupted in the private room, followed by the sound of things breaking and falling to the ground.