The Fury Burns Within

As Wang Qianjin spoke, his charming eyes were glowing with an intoxicating gleam. He gently batted his lashes while the corners of his lips turned up mischievously. His face could be compared to a flower, and he looked even prettier than he usually did.

It was undeniable that Wang Qianjin was really born with a gorgeous face.

Yun Bixue blinked several times. In a noble family with a thousand-year history, even if the members of its first generation were hideous, the best genes would be ultimately passed down generations after generations.

Also, why did Wang Qianjin save her? She couldn't make heads or tails out of it. It was surprising enough that he didn't take the chance to kill her.

"What, cat got your tongue? Have I dazzled you too much?"