Demonic

He could feel Qin Yi pinch the corners of his shirt tightly and refuse to let go.

Wang Santing was the little guy's sore point, even a demon in her heart, but this demon had to be dealt with. Otherwise, the little guy's ability would be limited by it.

Yun Huan kept kissing Qin Yi, from her forehead to her eyes, then to her cheeks and lips. He was very gentle and didn't bring up Wang Santing at all, merely telling Qin Yi that he would always be by her side.

Perhaps because Yun Huan's consoling was effective, but Qin Yi's stiffened body slowly relaxed and the evil air around her gradually dissipated. The phoenix on her forehead was gone as well, and the thorns around her body were withdrawn.

Qin Yi's gaze was complex. When she thought about that woman's face, a murderous intent surged in her heart in an instant. She simply couldn't control herself.

"That woman," Qin Yi said, "There's something wrong with that woman."