"He might be wondering, how exactly my hands touched your body. Do you want to see how terrifying a man’s jealousy can be?"
He finished speaking, the corner of his lips curling into a peculiar smirk.
Qin Miaomiao responded calmly:
"Nothing ever happened between us!"
"But what if I say, sothing did? What if I tell Lu Qing that my hand slipped inside your neckline, that I tasted your tender, juicy lips, that I even..."
"Shut up!"
Qin Miaomiao, enraged by his words, stepped forward and aid a kick at his crotch, but he dodged it with ease.
Unsatisfied, she lunged forward, slamming him down to the ground with a shoulder throw!
She even heard the sickening crack of bone; the throw was ruthless.
But Lu Xing’s face still bore that twisted, disgusting smile—the kind of smile that made her utterly loathe him.
"You’re scared, aren’t you? Even if it never happened, as long as the words co out of my mouth, do you think Lu Qing will believe you? Even if he loves you so much right now, spoils you like a princess, do you think, after I say those things, he’ll still treat you the sa way?"
Qin Miaomiao had encountered many people, like Ouyang Yan or Ou bei Yao, but never soone like this—a master manipulator of the psyche.
He understood the human heart too well, and that was the very thing people feared facing the most.
"What exactly do you want?"
Lu Xing looked at her with a devilish grin, his expression filled with mockery:
"I already told you, I just want to enjoy the show. No rush—we’ve got plenty of ti, sister-in-law."
He slowly stood up from the ground and brushed the dust off his clothes. That "sister-in-law" made Qin Miaomiao shudder; this man was nothing short of a demon!
"Until we et again."
With that, he turned and walked out.
The door shut, and Qin Miaomiao’s legs gave out as she collapsed onto the floor. Little Xiaobai nudged its head against her lap, and Qin Miaomiao raised a hand to stroke its soft, smooth fur.
"It seems we’ve encountered a true master this ti."
Xiao Bai also approached slowly and lay down in front of her. For the first ti, Xiao Bai lowered its noble head.
"It’s fine, I’ll be okay. No matter how troubleso the opponent, we can still handle it. Worst case, you can tear him apart."
Xiao Bai let out a roar—it sounded as if it agreed with her suggestion.
"But this kind of person, so skilled in understanding human nature, so utterly evil, really would suit the role of a behind-the-scenes villain perfectly. Makes want to recruit him for a drama."
"Sis, who are you thinking of recruiting for a drama?"
Ou Beichen walked over. He was dressed in a white shirt, looking particularly clean and fresh-faced. At only about sixteen years old, his deanor was already steady and composed—he had truly matured quite a bit.
"Just now, Lu Xing ca by."
"I saw him."
"He’s difficult to deal with."
Ou Beichen furrowed his brow, his delicate features showing a hint of ruthlessness: "Did he threaten you? Should I take care of him?"
"Little Chen, when did you beco so rogue? Always jumping straight to ’take care of him.’"
"Anyone who threatens my sister should be dealt with."
Qin Miaomiao’s expression darkened. She walked over to him, placed her hand on his shoulder, and spoke softly:
"Xiao Chen, don’t be like this. I won’t like it. Even if it’s for , don’t turn into soone so violent."
Ou Beichen lowered his head and mumbled, "Got it."
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