If I Can't Have Him, No One Else Can

Song Jia's body convulsed and she squirmed to free herself but the strenth used to dunk her face was very strong. Just when she felt that she could not hold it any longer, her face was pulled back. She gasped deeply to catch on her breath before she coughed out mouthfuls of water. 

"So you are finally awake ha?" Song Jia turned her neck to see the source of the voice and her eyes narrowed when she recognized the woman. "You?!"

"Yes, it's me. What a pleasant surprise, isn't it?" Despite the bright small on the Fei Yan's face, her eyes looked extremely cold and vicious, throwing daggers at Song Jia. If gaze could kill, Song Jia sure would have died a hundred deaths by now.

"And here I thought you fled the country after your little tricks to court Wu Zhang failed so royally. Heh!" Song Jia laughed in sarcasm and that was enough to irk Fei Yan, who clenched her fingers in a tight fist.