A player and a white lotus, what a perfect match!

"Proving innocence by death?"

Ye Qing Luo taunted with a low sneer, her pink lips curved up. "How I supposed to feel when my elder sister is committing suicide because of shame after I exposed your good deeds publicly?"

Ye Qing Qian, who was about to faint, coughed a few times in anger.

A mouthful of blood welled up in her throat.

"Blargh" a puking sound came out.

Leng Feng Hua, who was embracing her, had his face totally sprayed with her vomit.

Leng Feng Hua felt the warmth on his face and a bloody smell filled his nostrils.

His whole face was covered with thick liquids.

"Ha ha ha...This way, not only your flesh wrapped around each other, but your blood becomes mixed together." Ye Qing Luo burst out laughing.

A player and a white lotus, what a perfect match!

Even God thought so and gave them their perfect match.