Once you enjoy the thrill of bullying, you can't stop yourself.
Chuzheng had no such desire; she just wanted a simple and fast solution to all the troubles.
Bastard, this damn thing!
[No, miss, let's be reasonable, why are you cursing at me again!?] King's Account was going crazy; where did it go wrong again.
Yan Gui stood in the center of the hall, his pale face either blanched with humiliation or naturally so.
Pale and slender fingers stretched out from his sleeves, touching the warm yellow light, making his fingertips look exceptionally beautiful.
Prince Rong laughed wildly, his eyes filled with twisted excitement.
Chuzheng's fingers twitched slightly, and the silver wire emerged from her sleeve, circling happily around her fingertips before shooting out rapidly, aiming straight for Prince Rong.
Under the watchful eyes of all, Prince Rong's face suddenly changed.
He reached for his neck, his face turning beet red.
"Save..."